Wednesday, June 07, 2006

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