No, no, no ! Come, let’s away to prison.
We’two alone will sing like birds I’the cage ;
When thou dost ask me blessing I’ll kneel down
And ask of thee forgivness ; 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 walled prison, pacts and sects of great ones
That ebb and flow by the moon.

W. Shakespeare ; King Lear.