On the first night of the new moon in July, take a red rose, a white rose,
a yellow flower, a blue one, a sprig of rue and rosemary, and nine blades
of long grass; bind all together with a lock of your own hair; kill a
white pigeon, sprinkle the nosegay with the blood from the heart, and some
common salt; wrap the flowers in a white handkerchief, and lay it under
your head, on the pillow, when you go to rest; and, before morning, you
will see your fate as clear as if you had your nativity cast by the best
astrologer in the world; not only in respect to love, lovers, or marriage,
but in the other most important affairs of your life. Storms, in this
dream, foretell great trouble; and graves or churchyards are fatal tokens,
and so is climbing steep and dangerous places.