TELL me where is Fancy bread,
Or in the heart or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?
Reply, Reply.
It is engendered 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
