Xxix

"Months passed. Alas! it needs not here to tell What often thou hast heard: Of how he led His ruffians here now there; or what befell Me of dishonor. Oft I wished me dead, Loathing my life,--than which the nether Hell Hath less of horror!--So we fought or fled From place to place until a year had passed, And Parliament forces hemmed us in at last.