The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
[010] That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen’s beauty in a brow of Egypt:
[012] The poet’s eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
[014] And as imagination bodies forth
015 The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
[016] Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing