♪♫ Was I so base, that I might not aspire Unto those high joys which she holds from me? As they are high, so high is my desire If she this deny, what can granted be? ♫♪
It is no use. I find no joy in singing to a book. All of this foolishness is far too distracting, in any regard. Quiet, the lot of you, lest you wish to join my merry band of goblins. I could certainly put you to work.