Chapter 29: XXVII

XXVII Fond wretch! and what canst thou relate, But deeds of sorrow, shame, and sin? Thy deeds are proved—thou know’st thy fate; But come, thy tale—begin—begin. But I have griefs of other kind, Troubles and sorrows more severe; Give me to ease my tortured mind, Lend to my woes a patient ear; And let me, if I may not find A friend to help—find one to hear. Crabbe’s Hall of Justice When Urfried had with clamours and menaces dri…