Before that day on which I did these things was there complaint, or cause for it?
Was my life evil?
Did I think in secret that which might not be done openly?
Well, some things I did secretly.

Ye shall hear of them.

I read where I might, and after my taste, many plays, and found in them beauty and the soul of deep things.

Tales I have read, but a few, and John Milton, and Chaucer, and Bacon, and Montaigne, and Arab poets also, whose books my uncle sent me.

Was this sin in me ?" "It drove to a day of shame for thee," said the shrill Elder.
He took no heed, but continued: "When I was a child I listened to the lark as it rose from the meadow; and I hid myself in the hedge that, unseen, I might hear it sing; and at night I waited till I could hear the nightingale.