Wherein he showeth, that all human and worldly things are but a dream, and but as vanity itself, In the setting forth whereof many things are figure d worthy of remembrance. The Author beginneth his Hypnerotomachia, to set down the hour and time when in his sleep it seemed to him that he was in a quiet solitary desert, and uninhabited plain, and from thence afterward how he entered unadvisedly before he was aware, with great fear, into a dark obscure and unfrequented wood.

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