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.
-William Shakespeare (from A Midsummer Night?s Dream)
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.
-William Shakespeare (from A Midsummer Night?s Dream)
