Chapter 57 No.57

"I speak not to implore your grace,

Well know I, for one minute's space

Successless might I sue:

Nor do I speak your prayers to gain-

For if a death of lingering pain,

To cleanse my sins, be penance vain,

Vain are your masses too.

I listened to a traitor's tale,

I left the convent and the veil;

For three long years I bowe