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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.