The Tyrant view'd her with a ghastly Look,
His Heart beat heavy, and his Sinews shook;
When lo a Spectre horrible to view,
Rose quick as Vapours of a Morning Dew;
Whose Presence cast unpleasing Darkness round,
A Cypress Wreath his faded Temples crown'd:
Strange Forms were painted on his sable Robe,
One Hand extended bore a crystal Globe;
Where the pale Sinner might his Picture find,
Yet not his Features, but his darker Mind:
In vain to shun the faithful Glass he tries,
It plays unask'd before his aking Eyes:
His quick left Hand with this perform'd its Part,
His Right was dreadful with a poison'd Dart:
Then with a loud and horrid Voice he cry'd,
mourn thy Cruelty and Pride:
From the fair Court of Equity I came,
Call'd by thy Sins, and Conscience is my Name:
This venom'd Dart shall now thy Entrails tear,
And teach thy Eyes to know the melting Tear:
Prepare thy Spirits for their Weight of Woe,
With  Name I arm the dreadful Blow:
He said and struck — the visionary Dart
Sought the dark Bottom of Heart:
He fell — and falling rais'd a fearful Cry;
Then  'woke, and found the Morning Sky.