Thomas Dekker - Fancies Are But Streams lyrics

Fancies are but streams Of vain pleasure: They who by their dreams True joys measure Feasting, starve; laughing, weep; Playing, smart. Whilst in sleep Fools with shadows smiling, Wake and find Hopes like wind, Idle hopes beguiling. Thoughts fly away, Time hath past 'em; Wake now, awake, see and taste 'em.