"No--'tis the tale which angry Conscience tells, / When She with more than tragic horror swells / Each circumstance of guilt; when stern, but true, / She brings bad actions forth into review; / And, like the dread hand-writing on the wall, / Bids late Remorse awake at Reason's call, / Arm'd at all points bids Scorpion Vengeance pass, / And to the mind holds up Reflexion's glass, / The mind, which starting, heaves the heart-felt groan, / And hates that form She knows to be her own."
The Conference: A Poem
4 entries in ESTC (1763, 1764, 1765)<br>
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<u>The Conference: A Poem. By C. Churchill.</u> (London: Printed for G. Kearsly; J. Coote; W. Flexney; C. Henderson; J. Gardiner; and J. Almon, 1763). &lt;<a href="http://name.umdl.umich.edu/004793327.0001.000">Link to ECCO-TCP</a>&gt;