In early notions, fix’d by erring guides;
And is more startled by a call from those,
Than when the foulest crimes her rest oppose:
By error taught, by prejudice misled,
She yields her rights, and Fancy rules instead;
When Conscience all her stings and terror deals,
Not as Truth dictates, but as Fancy feels:
And thus within our hero’s troubled breast,
Crime was less torture than the odious test.
New forms, new measures, he must now embrace,