William Shakespeare on Fancies
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“So full of shapes is fancy, That it alone is high fantastical.”
“Pacing through the forest, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.”
“Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!”
“Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies.”