Tell me where is fancy bred,
or in the heart or 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'll being it, --ding, dong, bell,
All ding, dong, bell.
[William Shakespeare]
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