Fancy

[92. William Shakespeare]

Tell me where is Fancy bred,

Or in the heart, or in the head?

How begot, how nourishèd?

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.