The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
Mine is the night, with all her stars.
To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain.
By night an atheist half-believes in God.
They build too low who build beneath the skies.
The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.