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Let us consider Shakespeare, a true master of metaphor, beside whom all tailors of tropes seem but second rate attendants. Think about his likening that “Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs,” or that “My age is a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.”
Time and again, the Bard brought together seemingly far fetched concepts – love and smoke, for instance – connecting them in ways that seems natural and intuitive. Providing, as it were, the shortest possible route by which his audience might themselves recognize a connection between seemingly disparate ideas.