Of menace dire, fear of more grievous pains,

Unseal my lips, till he have loosed these chains,

And granted for these injuries redress.

Thy will no whit by bitter woes unstrung,

The licence of thy bold, unshackled tongue.

But fear hath roused my soul with piercing cry!

And for thy fate my heart misgives me! I

Tremble to know when through the breakers' roar