I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.
Boldness be my friend.
So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.
Can I go forward when my heart is here?
A poor thing, perhaps, but my own.
My friends were poor, but honest, so's my love.
My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am nor what I do.
I am wealthy in my friends.
My heart is ever at your service.
Beshrew the heart that makes my heart to groan.
Weep I cannot; But my heart bleeds.