And let me, if I may not find

A friend to help⁠—find one to hear.

Crabbe’s

Hall of Justice

Fond wretch! and what canst thou relate, But deeds of sorrow, shame, and sin? Thy deeds are proved⁠—thou know’st thy fate; But come, thy tale⁠—begin⁠—begin.

But I have griefs of other kind, Troubles and sorrows more severe; Give me to ease my tortured mind, Lend to my woes a patient ear; And let me, if I may not find A friend to help⁠—find one to hear.