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.

Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 633.

A death-bed 's a detector of the heart.

Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 641.

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Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes;

They love a train, they tread each other's heel.[308:1]

Night Thoughts. Night iii. Line 63.