My prayer for help in words a friend may read,—
I no more own a coin than have an hour
Free of observance,—I was watched to church,
Am watched now, shall be watched back presently,—
How buy the skill of scribe i' the marketplace?
Pray you, write down and send whatever I say
O' the need I have my parents take me hence!"
The good man rubbed his eyes and could not choose—
Let her dictate her letter in such a sense
That parents, to save breaking down a wall,