Love

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.
All.  Ding, dong, bell.

Next 10 Poems

• William Shakespeare : Orpheus
• William Shakespeare : Silvia
• William Shakespeare : Sonet Liv
• William Shakespeare : Sonnet 001: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase
• William Shakespeare : Sonnet 002: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow
• William Shakespeare : Sonnet 003: Look In Thy Glass, And Tell The Face Thou Viewest
• William Shakespeare : Sonnet 004: Unthrifty Loveliness, Why Dost Thou Spend
• William Shakespeare : Sonnet 005: Those Hours, That With Gentle Work Did Frame
• William Shakespeare : Sonnet 006: Then Let Not Winter's Ragged Hand Deface
• William Shakespeare : Sonnet 007: Lo, In The Orient When The Gracious Light

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• William Shakespeare : Fairy Land Iv
• William Shakespeare : Fairy Land Iii
• William Shakespeare : Fairy Land Ii
• William Shakespeare : Fairy Land I
• William Shakespeare : Dirge Of The Three Queens
• William Shakespeare : Dirge
• William Shakespeare : Bridal Song