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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

Love

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.
   Let us all ring Fancy’s knell:
   I’ll begin it,—Ding, dong, bell.
All. Ding, dong, bell.

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Bruno G.
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