Classic Poem

LI

For shamefast harm of great and hateful need,
In deep despair as did a wretch go
With ready cord out of his life to speed,
His stumbling foot did find an hoard, lo,
Of gold, I say, where he prepared this deed,
And in exchange he left the cord tho.
He that had hid the gold and found it not,
Of that he found he shaped his neck a knot.