I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.
I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call and invite God and his angels thither...
I neglect God and his angles for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.
I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry.