The idea of a 'psychagogy' only occupies a secondary place, and has been more the concern of the disciples than of the master.

By my window bowered round with leaves, / And down my cheeks the quick tears ran / Like twinkling rain-drops from the eaves, / When warm spring showers are passing o'er: […]

an anonymous office block in a soulless industrial estate

Now we haue well bousd, let vs strike some chete. Now we have well drunk, let us steal something.