The mossy cell
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The title is from John Milton's long Il Penseroso poem about the contemplative side of life. An excerpt:
...The hairy gown and mossy cell,
Where I may sit and rightly spell
Of every star that Heav'n doth shew,
And every herb that sips the dew;
Till old experience do attain
To something like prophetic strain.
These pleasures, Melancholy, give,
And I with thee will choose to live.