If God were thinking me—ah! But if He be only dreaming me, I shall go mad.
And in The Marquis of Lossie:
I want to help you to grow as beautiful as God meant you to be when He thought of you first.
Some things are of that Nature as to make
One’s fancy checkle, while his Heart doth ake.
John Bunyan.
Checkle = chuckle.
My days are in the yellow leaf;