Music, my rampart and my only one.

Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it.

And must I then, indeed, Pain, live with youall through my life?-sharing my fire, my bed,Sharing-oh, worst of all things!-the same head?-And, when I feed myself, feeding you too?

Pity me that the heart is slow to learnWhat the swift mind beholds at every turn.