I go, I go, look how I go, swifter than an arrow from a bow
Can I go forward when my heart is here?
Like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks.
God send everyone their heart's desire!
You have but mistook me all the while... I live by bread like you, taste grief, feel want, need friends. Conditioned thus how can you call me king?
Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.