listened

to hear the lamentation that rings up

from those far depths! " Oncc I was pure

as the enow, but I fell Fell like a

suowSake from heaven to hell; Fell to be

trampled as filth of the street, Fell to

be sooffed at, and wilt on, and beat

Fleading, and cursing, and begging to

die, Selling my soul to whoever would

buy. Dealing In shame for a morsel of

bread* Hating the living and fearing the

dead.