"He knows not what to do: the outrage sore Avenged he has not, nor his pain allaid:
What was a mote is now a beam; so sore It prest him; on his heart so heavy weighed.
So plain is what was little known before, He fears that it will shortly be displaid.
At first, he haply might have hid his woe;
Which Rumour now throughout the world will blow.