“so full of shapes is fancy”

“So full of artless jealousy is guilt,It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.”

“Tell me where is fancy bred,Or in the heart, or in the head?”

“If music be the food of love, play on;Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,The appetite may sicken, and so die.That strain again! it had a dying fall:O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,That breathes upon a bank of violets,Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,That, notwithstanding thy capacityReceiveth as the sea, nought enters there,Of what validity and pitch soe'er,But falls into abatement and low price,Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancyThat it alone is high fantastical.”

“Why, what's the matter,That you have such a February face,So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?”

“Let still woman takeAn elder than herself: so wears she to him,So sways she level in her husband's heart,For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,More longing, wavering, sooner to be lost and warn,Than women's are.”

“I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true 'The empty vessel makes the greatest sound'.”