Now, reader, I have told my dream to thee, See if thou canst interpret it to me, Or to thyself or neighbor; but take heed Of misinterpreting; for that, instead Of doing good, will but thyself abuse: By misinterpreting, evil ensues. Take heed also that thou be not extreme In playing with the outside of my dream; Nor let my figure or similitude Put thee into a laughter or a feud. Leave this for boys and fools; but as for thee, Do thou the substance of my matter see. Put by the curtains, look within my veil; Turn up my metaphors, and do not fail, There, if thou seekest them, such things to find As will be helpful to an honest mind. What of my dross thou findest there, be bold To throw away; but yet preserve the gold. What if my gold be wrapped up in ore?— None throws away the apple for the core. But if thou shalt cast all away as vain, I know not but t'will make me dream again.