So fiercely did I thus denounce, his evil midnight trick,
The vigour of the vengeful scowl upon his brow grew sick
With quail of deep abasement, to behold a mortal's blood
On fire, to beard a felon spook, and ghosts were understood,
A transposition of remorse, upon his features came,
Until he shook before me, in an abject wreck of shame,
And cried with tones of keen reproach,
"Adzooks! Alack! Ah me!
Oddsbodikins, well well! heigho! that I should die to see,
My ghost derided, with contempt of scoffing stock from thee!