The preſent panges and parlous thoughts, / That pearceth troubled minds: / Is knowne to none but ſuch I ſay, / That lacke of freedome finds.

An eggcrate shelter, which is open to the sky but substantial enough to give the feeling of protection, may be your answer.

I say the sewer thought I was dressed to bear a part in the tregetour’s mummery, and so I got admission

After the plump statement that the author was at Erceldoune and spake with Thomas.