And then the lady utter’d, ‘Coates is dead!’
“Then the poor damsel found her voice and cried, }
‘Ran through the body, and that instant died! }
But he pronounced your name, and so was satisfied.’ }
A second fell, and he who did survive
Was kept by skill and sovereign drugs alive;
‘O! would she see me!’ he was heard to say,
‘No! I’ll torment him to his dying day!’
The maid exclaim’d; and every Thursday night
Her spirit came his wretched soul to fright. 150