Tell me where is Fancy bred,
Or in the heart or in the head?
How begot, how nourishèd?
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!
All. Ding, dong, bell!
--from The Merchant of Venice
Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily:
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
-from The TempestЕще Dead Poets Society