“No, no, no, no! Come, let’s away to prison: We two along will sing like birds I’ the cage: When thou dost ask me blessing I’ll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we’ll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we’ll talk with them too,-- Who loses and who wins; who’s in, who’s out;-- And take upon’s the mystery of things, As if we were God’s spies: and we’ll wear out, In a wall’d prison, packs and sects of great ones That ebb and flow by the moon.” William Shakespeare: The Tragedy of King Lear