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.