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But I will fit it with some better time.
I am much bounden to your majesty.
Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so yet,—
I had a thing to say---but let it go:
The sun is in the heav'n, and the proud day,
Had bak'd thy blood, and made it heavy thick,
Making that idiot laughter keep men's eyes,
(A passion hateful to my purposes ;)
Or if thou couldest see me without eyes,
Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words;
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heav'n
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Midsummer Night's Dream.