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 (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 (A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM)
