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

“the pleached bower,Where honeysuckles ripened by the sunForbid the sun to enter, like favoritesMade proud by princes, that advance their prideAgainst that power that bred it.”

“My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.”

“O,speak to me no more;these words like daggers enter my ears.(a fancy way of saying SHUT UP!)" — William Shakespeare "hamlet”

“so full of shapes is fancy”

“My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the king.HAMLET The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thing -GUILDENSTERN A thing my lord?HAMLET Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after!”

“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.”