I the Jurors' Verdict wait,
Ere I may depart from hence,
Their decision seals my fate.
Now withdrawn, their close debate
Admits no curious, list'ening ear,
But the result's so big with fate,
The Culprit must in thought be there.
And now, led on by sad despair,
Does a frightful form obtrude;
Vindictive Spleen assumes the air