"And a bird-cage, sir, " said Sam. "Veels vithin veels, a prison in a prison. "

And as for their appearances, they four had one likeness, as if a wheel had been in the midst of a wheel.

I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world; And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it. Ye ...

In durance vile here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit; But life, being weary of these worldly bar ...