love poem by William Shakespear

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. 

William Shakespeare