He commits his secret to the earth.
| So when I seed what I had done, In hopes of justice retarding, I took and buried poor Sarey Leigh Out in the kitching garding. |
XV.
But the earth refuses to keep it.
| But it did haunt me, so I felt As of a load deliver’d, When three weeks after the fatal deed, The body was diskiver’d. |
XVI.
Remorse and self examination.
