The generous "twinge of pain," to which she confesses, was intelligible.
Away to your chamber, sweeting, and keep a blithe face, for she who confesses is shriven.
It was all in vain, he confesses; he could not alter the convictions of the Empress.
He confesses his imperfections as a writer and public teacher.
He, wondering, confesses that he supposed her love was his enemy's, ...