A Midsummer Night's Dream

The lunatic, the lover, and tye poet

Are of imagination all compact . . . .

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 to airy nothing

A local habitation and a name.