"I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to
say what dream it was."
"The course of true love never did run smooth."
"The poet's eye, in 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."