What protest they might make of innocence,
All documents yet wanting, if need were,
To establish guilt in them, disgrace in me—
The chronicle o' the converse from its rise
To culmination in this outrage: read!
Letters from wife to priest, from priest to wife,—
Here they are, read and say where they chime in
With the other tale, superlative purity
O' the pair of saints! I stand or fall by these."
But then on the other side again,—how say