Upbraided, beaten, held by rough control,
Revenge sustain’d, inspired, and fill’d her soul:
She fired a full-stored barn, confess’d the fact,
And laugh’d at law and justified the act:
Our gentle Vicar tried his powers in vain,
She answer’d not, or answer’d with disdain;
Th’ approaching fate she heard without a sigh,
And neither cared to live nor fear’d to die.
Not so he felt, who with her was to pay
The forfeit, life - with dread he view’d the day,