I was interrupted, with a voice which I took to be of a child, which complained "it could not get out." I looked up and down the passage and, looking up, I saw it was a starling hung in a little cage. - "I can't get out, - I can't get out," said the starling. God help thee! said I, but I'll let thee out, cost what it will; so I turned about the cage to get to the door: it was twisted and double twisted so fast with wire, there was no getting it open without pulling the cage to pieces. I took both hands to it. The bird flew to the place where I was attempting his deliverance, and thrusting his head through the trellis pressed his breast against it as if impatient. I fear, poor creature! said I, I cannot set thee at liberty. - "No," said the starling, - "I can't get out - I can't get out," said the starling.
love is to be all made of sighs and tears..it is to be all made of faith and service..it is to be all made of fantasy, all made of passion and all wishes, all adoration, duty and observance, all humbleness, all patience and impatience, all purity, all trial, all defense. ~w. shakespeare