He hath eaten me out of house and home.
I feel it gone, yet know not when it left.
What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel? *Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*
Were't not for laughing, I should pity him.
In maiden meditation, fancy free.
I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.