“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.” – Theseus in Shakespeare, A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM V.i.12
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“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.” – Theseus in Shakespeare, A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM V.i.12