"Months passed. Alas! it needs not here to tell
What often thou hast heard: Of how he led
His ruffians here now there; or what befell
Me of dishonor. Oft I wished me dead,
Loathing my life,--than which the nether Hell
Hath less of horror!--So we fought or fled
From place to place until a year had passed,
And Parliament forces hemmed us in at last.