He wishes his soul to be immortal, and so he accepts the religious phantasies of heaven and hell.

Behold, mine arms are wreathed about thy knees; Lay not upon my head the phantasies Of Heaven.

But dreames (my lord) you know growe by the humors Of the moist night, which, store of vapours lending Unto our stomaches when we are in sleepe And to the bodies supreame parts ascending, Are thence sent back by coldnesse of the braine, And these present our idle phantasies With nothing true but what our labouring soules Without their active organs safelie worke.

It is to reject with indignation the wild and guilty phantasy that man can hold property in man.

Yet, taking these glittering phantasies to be Thee, I fed thereon, but was not nourished by them, but rather became more empty.