There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, then are dreamt of in your philosophy

Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince;
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them into shape, and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a na

O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else?
And shall I couple Hell?

Seek on earth what you have found in heaven.

Words without thoughts never to heaven go.