Date: 1752
"My ever waking Soul, / Sits brooding o'er a Train of Images, / That constant rise in terrible Array, / And shrink my Resolution into Fears."
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Date: 1752
"Remorse the Raven of a guilty Mind, / Is ever croaking horrid in my Ear; / Often I rouse to banish it away, / But the Tormentor still returns again, / And like PROMETHES' Vulture, ever gnaws."
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Date: 1752
"Assist me, Furies, with your hellish Aid, / Nor let the Tyrant Conscience more invade; / Since I am stain'd with Blood, thro' Blood I'll wade."
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Date: 1752
"Is not Ambition glutted with my Store? / And yet that faithful Mirror of the Mind, / Reflection, still a gloomy Prospect shews."
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