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The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast Hell can hold, This is the madman; the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in the brow of Egypt The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Theseus from "A Midsummer Night's Dream" by William Shakespeare | |||||||||||||||||
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