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Theseus' eloquent words of doubt about stories of supernatural goings-on in the woods, arranged into the shape of an ass's head:
"...The poet’s eye, in 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 to shapes and gives to airy nothing,
A local habitation and a name...."