Chapter XV

Yet sometimes in the midst of these dreams I should come a little
to myself, so far as to feel I wanted something, secretly to
expostulate with God for not giving me riches, to long after an
unknown happiness, to grieve that the world was so empty and to be
dissatisfied with my present state because it was vain and forlorn.
I had heard of Angels and much admired that here upon earth nothing
should be but dirt and streets and gutters. For as for the pleasures
that were in great men's houses I had not seen them: and it was my
real happiness they were unknown. For because nothing deluded me I
was the more inquisitive.