Ah! had I my desire, so should it be.
GODFREY
Nay, but I know this melancholy mood:
’Twas your poetic fancy when a boy.
RICHARD
For Fancy cannot live on real food:
In youth she will despise familiar joy
To dwell in mournful shades; as they grow real,
Then buildeth she of joy her far ideal.
GODFREY