shakspare

 TELL me where is fancy bred,

                                                                                                                                William Shakespeare

Or in the heart in the head?

How begot,  how   nourished?

Reply, reply.

It is engendered in the eyes,

with gazing fed and fancy dies

In the cradle where it lies.

Let us all ring fancy’s knell:

I will begin it ding, dong, bell.