For I am a man of many sorrows. Yet there is no necessity for me to sit sobbing and sighing in someone else's house. Unremitting grief is tiresome and I'm afraid some of your maids or you yourself might lose patience with me and conclude it was the wine that had gone to my head and released this flood of tears.
... is the relationship yes you know there's not it's all in your head no its not ...
... A ROOF OVER MY HEAD, FOOD ON MY TABLE. ...