The thought of that poor old woman crushed my spirit as I sat in durance waiting for my end, and when the priest came, whom they had sent to shrive me, he found me weeping, which he took to argue a contrite heart.
"The Shame of Motley"
Raphael Sabatini
Open the door and let her come in, I will shrive her from every sin.
"The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Come, shrive me straight; for, if love be a sin, I am the greatest sinner that doth live.
"The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow