Love

Tell me where is Fancy bred,

Or in the heart or in the head?

How begot, how nourishéd?

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.

— William Shakespeare
1564-1616