Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.
The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.
A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.
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.
Midway from Nothing to the Deity!
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