Behold in a dream of the night season ...I was shown a bed ...and a religious and churchly man layed on the bed ...and he had become tangled in the covering of the bed ...and had no rest ...yet he kicked at the bed covering continually ...and rolled and tossed without peace ...and was sore vexed like a fly in the web of the cockatrace ..
And I was taken nearer to the bed ...and Behold ...it was not blankets and sheets that he was tangled in ...yet he was wrapped tight and twisted in his own robes of honor ...for when he tried to rest in the bed he made himself ...his own bed ...he tossed and turned away ...and became bound of foot and hand and arm and neck and even a gag about his mouth ...and all the more he tried to rest ...all the more his own high honoring robes, vestments, collars, golden chains, ribbons ...ties and suits ...did bind and twist him ...till he had no rest at all ...
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