The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.
The spirit walks of every day deceased.
The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.
The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.
A God all mercy is a God unjust.
Live now; be damn'd hereafter.