Let fancy still in my sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!

Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness.

Sentiment is intellectualized emotion, emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy.

So full of shapes is fancy That it alone is high fantastical.

Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engend'red in the eyes, With gazing fed, and fancy dies In the cradle ...

The difference is as great between The optics seeing as the objects seen. All manners take a tincture from our own; Or come discolor'd through out passions shown; Or fancy's bea ...

Two meanings have our lightest fantasies, One of the flesh, and of the spirit one.

When at the close of each sad, sorrowing day, Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away.

When last the young Orlando parted from you, He left a promise to return again Within a hour; and pacing through the forest, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy, Lo, what ...