He saw with pain, and he refused to eat;
His daintiest food, his richest wines, were all
Turn’d by remorse to vinegar and gall:
The softest down by living body press’d,
The rich man bought, and tried to take his rest;
But care had thorns upon his pillow spread,
And scatter’d sand and nettles in his bed:
Nervous he grew, - would often sigh and groan,
He talk’d but little, and he walk’d alone;
Till by his priest convinced, that from one deed