There's a fascination frantic in a ruin that's romantic.
Merely corroborative detail, intended to give artistic verisimilitude to an otherwise bald and unconvincing narrative.
Ah, pray no mistake, We are not shy; We're very wide awake The Moon and I.
Spurn not the nobly born with love affected; nor treat with virtuous scorn the well connected.
Things are seldom what they seem.
He did nothing in particular, and did it very well.