But who can read the inmost heart of man?
The lips may move in prayer, and but the lips.
Speak to me frankly—tell me by what means
Thou wast induced to quit the world without,
Its fleeting pleasures and its lasting pains,
For the pure calm of these monastic shades?
Faus. Oh, father, holy father, bear with me,
My heart is very sore!
Ans.Come—tell me all,
Fear nothing; speak to me as to thyself.