so full of shapes is fancy

“Alas, sir, how fell you besides your five wits?"Malvolio: "Fool, there was neve…”

“My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of ma…”

“Unless hours were cups of sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of b…”

“Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd,Pluck from the memory a rooted sorro…”