For such delights! Blest animals! too wise
To wonder, and too happy to complain!
“Our doom decreed demands a mournful scene: 800
Why not a dungeon dark, for the condemn’d?
Why not the dragon’s subterranean den,
For man to howl in? Why not his abode
Of the same dismal colour with his fate?
A Thebes, a Babylon, at vast expence
Of time, toil, treasure, art, for owls and adders,
As congruous as, for man, this lofty dome,