[066] Reply, reply.
[067] It is engender’d in the eye,
With gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.
070 Let us all ring fancy’s knell;
[071] I’ll begin it,—Ding, dong, bell.
All. Ding, dong, bell.
Bass. So may the outward shows be least themselves:
The world is still deceived with ornament.
075 In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt,