  Tell me where is Fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourishÉd? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes; With gazing fed; and Fancy dies In the cradle where it lies: Let us all ring Fancy's knell; I'll begin it,—Ding, dong, bell. —Ding, dong, bell. W. Shakespeare |
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