Song For Bassanio
Jocelyn Pook
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.
