Essays of Michael, seigneur de Montaigne in three books : with marginal notes and quotations and an account of the author's life : with a short character of the author and translator, by a person of honour / made English by Charles Cotton ...

CHAP. XIX. (Book 19)

That to study Philosophy, is to learn to die. (Book 19)

CIcero says, That to study Philosophy is no∣thing but to prepare a Man's self to die. The reason of which is, because Study and Contemplation do in some sort withdraw from us, and deprive us of our Souls, and employ it separately from the Body, which is a kind of Learning to die, and a resemblance of Death; or else because all the Wisdom and reasoning in the World, does in the end con∣clude in this Point, to teach us not to fear to die. And to say the Truth, either our Rea∣son does grosly abuse us, or it ought to have no other Aim but our Contentment only, nor to endeavour any thing, but in Sum to make us live well, and as the Holy Scripture says, at our Ease. All the Opinions of the World a∣gree in this. That Pleasure is our end, though we make use of divers means to attain unto it, they would otherwise be rejected at the first motion; for who would give Ear to him that should propose Affliction and Misery for his end? The Controversies and Disputes of the Philosophical Sects upon this Point are meerly verbal, Transcurramus solertissimas nu∣gas, Let us skip over those learned and subtle Fooleries and Trifles;* 1.1 there is more in them of Opposition and Obstinacy than is con∣sistent with so sacred a Profession: but what kind of Person soever Man takes upon him to

personate, he over-mixes his own part with it; and let the Philosophers all say what they will, the main thing at which we all aim, even in Virtue it self, is Pleasure. It pleases me to rattle in their Ears this Word, which they so nauseate to hear; and if it signifie some supream Pleasure and excessive Delight, it is more due to the Assistance of Virtue than to any o∣ther Assistance whatever. This Delight, for being more gay, more sinewy, more ro∣bust, and more manly, is only to be more se∣riously voluptuous, and we ought to give it the Name of Pleasure, as that which is more benign, gentle, and natural, and not that of Vigour, from which we have deriv'd it: the other more mean and sensual part of Pleasure, if it could deserve this fair Name, it ought to be upon the Account of Concurrence, and not of Privilege; I find it less exempt from Traverses and Inconveniences, than Vertue it self; and besides that, the enjoyment is more momentary, fluid, and frail; it has its Watch∣ings, Fasts, and Labours, even to Sweat and Blood; and moreover, has particular to it self so many several sorts of sharp and wound∣ing Passions, and so stupid a Satiety attend∣ing it, as are equal to the severest Penance. And we mistake to think that Difficulties should serve it for a Spur, and a seasoning to its Sweetness, as in Nature one Contrary is quickned by another, and to say when we come to Vertue, that like Consequences and Difficulties overwhelm and render it austere and inaccessible; whereas, much more aptly

than in Voluptuousness, they enable, sharpen, and heighten the Perfect and divine Pleasure they procure us. He renders himself unwor∣thy of it who will counterpoise his Expence with the Fruit, and does neither understand the Blessing, nor how to use it. Those who Preach to us, that the quest of it is craggy, dif∣ficult, and painful, but the Fruition pleasant and grateful, what do they mean by that but to tell us that it is always unpleasing? The most perfect have been forc'd to content them∣selves to aspire unto it, and to approach it on∣ly without ever possessing it. But they are de∣ceiv'd, and do not take notice, that of all the Pleasures we know, the very Pursuit is pleasant. The Attempt ever relishes of the quality of the thing to which it is directed, for it is a good part of, and consubstantial with the Effect. The Felicity and Beati∣tude that glitters in Vertue, shines through∣out all her Apartments and Avenues, even to the first Entry, and utmost Pale and Li∣mits. Now of all the Benefits that Vertue confers upon us, the Contempt of Death is one of the greatest, as the means that ac∣commodates Humane Life with a soft and ea∣sie Tranquillity, and gives us a pure and plea∣sant Taste of Living, without which all other pleasure would be extinct; which is the Rea∣son why all the Rules by which we are to live, centre and concur in this own Article. And altho they all in like manner with one consent endeavour to teach us also to despise Grief, Poverty, and the other Accidents to which

humane Life by its own Nature and Constitu∣tion, is subjected, it is not nevertheless with the same Importunity, as well by reason the fore-named Accidents are not of so great ne∣cessity, the greater part of Mankind passing over their whole Lives without ever knowing what Poverty is, and some without Sorrow or Sickness as Xenophilus the Musician, who liv'd a hundred and six Years in a perfect and continual Health; as also because, at the worst, Death can, whenever we please, cut short, and put an end to all these Inconveni∣ences. But as to Death, it is inevitable.

* 1.2Omnes eodem cogimur, omnium Versatur Urna; serius, ocyus Sors exitura, nos in aeternum Exilium impositura Cymbae.

We all are to one Voyage bound; by turn, Sooner or later, all must to the Urn: When Charon calls aboard we must not stay, But to eternal Exile sail away.

And consequently, if it frights us, 'tis a per∣petual Torment, and for which there is no Consolation nor Redress. There is no way by which we can possibly avoid it, it commands all Points of the Compass; we may continual∣ly turn our Heads this way and that, and pry about as in a suspected Country,* 1.3 quae quasi sax∣um Tantalo semper impendet, but it, like Tanta∣l••s his Stone, hangs over us. Our Courts of Justice often send back condemn'd Criminals to be executed upon the Place where the Fact

was committed, but carry them to all fine Hou∣ses by the way, and prepare for them the best Entertainment you can,

* 1.4—non Sicula Dape•• Dulcem elaborabunt saporem: Non avium, citharaeque cantus Somnum reducent.

—the tasts of such as these Choicest Sicilian Dainties cannot please, Nor yet of Birds, or Harps the Harmonies Once charm asleep, or close their watchful Eyes.

do you think they could relish it? and that the fatal end of their Journey being continually before their Eyes, would not alter and deprave their Palate from tasting these Regalio's?

* 1.5Audit iter numeratque dies spatioque viarum Me••itur vitam, torquetur peste futura.

He time and space computes, by length of ways Sums up the number of his few sad days, And his sad thoughts full of his fatal doom, Can dream of nothing but the blow to come.

The end of our Race is Death, 'tis the ne∣cessary Object of our aim, which if it fright us, how is it possible to advance a step with∣out a Fit of an Ague? The Remedy the Vul∣gar use, is not to think on't: but from what brutish stupidity can they derive so gross a blindness? They must bridle the Ass by the Tail,

* 1.6Qui capite ipse suo instituit vestigia retro.

He who the order of his steps has laid To light and natural motion retrograde,

'tis no wonder if he be often trap'd in the Pit∣fall. They use to fright People with the very mention of Death, and many cross themselves, as it were the name of the Devil; and be∣cause the making a mans Will is in reference to dying, not a man will be perswaded to take a Pen in hand to that purpose, till the Physician has pass'd sentence upon him, and totally given him over, and then betwixt Grief and Terror, God knows in how fit a condition of Understanding he is to do it. The Romans, by reason that this poor sylla∣ble Death was observ'd to be so harsh to the Ears of the People, and the sound so ominous; had found out a way to soften and spin it out by a Periphrasis, and instead of pronoun∣cing bluntly, such a one is dead, to say, such a one has liv'd, or such a one has ceas'd to live; for, provided there was any mention of Life in the Case, though past, it carried yet some sound of Consolation. And from them it is that we have borrow'd our expression of the late Monsieur such and such a one. Peradven∣ture (as the Saying is) the term we have liv'd is worth our money.* 1.7 I was born betwixt eleven and twelve a clock in the Forenoon the last of February 1533. according to our Computation, beginning the Year the first of January, and it is now but just fifteen days since I was compleat nine and thirty years old; I make account to live at least as many more.

In the mean time, to trouble a mans self with the thought of a thing so far of, is a sensless Foolery. But what? Young and Old die af∣ter the very same manner, and no one departs out of Life otherwise, than if he had but just before enter'd into it; neither is any so old and decrepid, who has heard of Methusalem, that does not think he has yet twenty years of Constitution good at least. Fool that thou art, who has assur'd unto thee the term of Life? Thou depend••st upon Physicians Tales and Stories, but rather consult Experience, and the fragility of humane Nature: for, ac∣cording to the common course of things, 'tis long since that thou liv'dst by extraordinary Favour. Thou hast already out-li'vd the or∣dinary term of Life, and that it is so, reckon up thy Acquaintance, how many more have died before they arriv'd at thy Age, than have attain'd unto it, and of those who have en∣nobled their Lives by their Renown, take but an Account, and I dare lay a Wager, thou wilt find more who have dyed before than af∣ter five and thirty years of age. It is full both of Reason and Piety too, to take Example by the Humanity of Jesus Christ himself, who ended his Life at three and thirty years. The greatest man, that ever was no more than a man, Alexander, died also at the same Age. How many several ways has Death to surprize us?

* 1.8Quid quisque vitet, nunquam homini satis Cautum est in horas.

Man fain would shun, but 'tis not in his Power T'evade the dangers of each threatning hour.

To omit Fevers and Pleurisies, who would ever have imagin'd that a Duke of Britanny should be press'd to death in a Crow'd, as that Duke was at the entry of Pope Clement into Lyons? Have we not seen one of our* 1.9 Kings kill'd at a Tilting, and did not one of his An∣cestors die by the justle of a Hog? Aeschy∣lus, being threatned with the fall of a house, was to much purpose so circumspect to avoid that danger, when he was knock'd o'th' head by a Tortoise-shell falling out of an Eagles Talons in the Fields. Another was choak'd with a Grape-stone; an Emperour kill'd with the scratch of a Comb in combing his Head. Aemilius Lepidus, with a stumble at his own threshold, and Aufidius with a justle against the door, as he entred the Council Chamber. And betwixt the very Thighs of Women, Cor••elius Gallus the Prator, Tigillinus Captain of the Watch at Rome, Ludovico Son of Guido de Gonzaga Marquis of Mantua, and (of worse example) Speusippus, a Platonick Philosopher, and one of our Popes. The poor Judge Bebi∣••••, whilst he repriv'd a Criminal for eight days only, was himself condemn'd to death, and his own day of Life was expir'd. Whilst Caius Julius the Physician was anointing the Eyes of a Patient, Death clos'd his own; and if I may bring in an Example of my own Bloud; A Brother of mine, Captain St. Mar∣tin, a young man, of three and twenty years

old, who had already given sufficient testimo∣my of his Valour, playing a match at Tennis, receiv'd a blow of a Ball a little above his right Ear, which, though it was without any manner of sign of Wound, or depression of the Skull, and though he took no great notice of it, nor so much as sate down to repose him∣self, he nevertheless died within five or six hours after, of an Apoplexy occasion'd by that blow. Which so frequent and common Ex∣amples passing every day before our Eyes, how is it possible a man should disingage him∣self from the thought of Death; or avoid fansying that it has us every moment by the Collar? What matter is it, you will say, which way it comes to pass, provided a man does not terrifie himself with the expectation? For my part, I am of this mind, that if a man could by any means avoid it, though by creeping under a Calves skin, I am one that should not be ashamed of the shift: all I aim at is, to pass my time pleasantly, and without any great Re∣proach, and the Recreations that most contri∣bute to it, I take hold of, as to the rest, as little glorious and exemplary as you would desire.

* 1.10—praetulerim d••lirus inersque videri, Dum mea d••lectant m••la me, vel deni▪ fallant, Quàm sapere, & ringi.

A Fool, or Coward, let me censur'd be, Whilst either Vice does please, or cozen me, Rather, than be thought wise, and ••eel the smart Of a perpetual aking, anxious Heart.

But tis folly to think of doing any thing that

way. They go, they come, they gallop and dance, and not a word of Death. All this is very fine, but withall, when it comes either to themselves, their Wives, their Children, or Friends, surprizing them at unawares, and unprepar'd, then what torment, what out∣cries, what madness and despair! Did you ever see any thing so subdu'd, so chang'd and so confounded? A man must therefore make more early tryal of it; and this brutish negli∣gence, could it possibly lodge in the Brain of any man of Sense (which I think utterly impossible) sells us its merchandise too dear. Were it an Enemy that could be avoided, I would then advise to borrow Arms even of Cowardize it self to that effect: but seeing it is not, and that it will catch you as well fly∣ing, and playing the Poltron, as standing to't like a man of Honour.

* 1.11Nempe & fugacem persequitur virum, Nec parcit imbellis juventae Poplitibus timidoque tergo.

No speed of ••oot prevents Death of his prize, He cuts the Hamstrings of the man that flies; Nor spares the tender Stripling's back does start T' out-run the distance of his mortal Dart.

And seeing that no temper of Arms is of proof to secure us,

* 1.12Ille licet ferro, cautus se condat, & aere Mors tamen inclusum protrahet inde caput.

Shell thee with Steel or Brass, advis'd by dreadDeath from the Cask will pull thy cautious Head.

let us learn bravely to stand our ground, and fight him. And to begin to deprive him of the greatest Advantage he has over us, let us take a way quite contrary to the common course. Let us disarm him of his Novelty and Strangeness, let us converse, and be familiar with him, and have nothing so frequent in our thoughts as Death; Let us upon occasions re∣present him in all his most dreadful shapes to our imagination; at the stumbling of a Horse, at the falling of a Tile, at the lest prick with a Pin, let us presently consider, and say to our selves, Well, and what if it had been Death it self? and thereupon let us encourage and fortifie our selves. Let us evermore amidst our jollity and Feasting, set the remembrance of our frail condition before our Eyes, never suffering our selves to be so far transported with our Delight, but that we have some in∣tervals of reflecting upon, and considering how many several ways this Jollity of ours tends to Death, and with how many dangers it threatens it. The Egyptians were wont to do after this manner, who in the height of their Feasting a••d Mirth, caus'd a dried Skeleton of a Man to be brought into the Room to serve for a Memento to their Guests.

* 1.13Omnem crede diem tibi diluxisse supremum, Grata superveniet, quae non sperabitur hora.

Think every day, soon as the day is past, Of thy Life's date, that thou hast liv'd the last; The next day's joyful Light thine Eyes shall see, As unexpected, will more welcome be.

Where Death waits for us in uncertain; let us every where look for him. The Premedi∣tation of Death is the Premeditation of Li∣berty; who has learnt to die has forgot to serve. There is nothing of Evil in Life, for him who rightly comprehends, that Death is no Evil; to know how to die delivers us from all Subjection and Constraint. Paulus Aemilius answer'd him whom the miserable King of Macedon, his Prisoner, sent to entreat him that he would not lead him in his Triumph, Let him make that Request to himself. In truth, in all things, if Nature do not help a little, it is very hard for Art and Industry to perform a∣ny thing to purpose. I am in my own Nature not melancholy, but thoughtful; and there is nothing I have more continually entertain'd my self withall, than the Imaginations of Death, e∣ven in the gayest and most wanton time of my Age.

* 1.14Jucundum cum aetas florida ver ageret.

Of florid Age in the most pleasant Spring.

In the Company of Ladies, and in the height of Mirth, some have perhaps thought me possess'd with some jealousie, or meditating upon the Uncertainty of some imagin'd Hope, whilst I was entertaining my self with the Re∣membrance of some one surpriz'd a few days before with a burning Fever of which he died returning from an Entertainment like this with his Head full of idle Fancies of Love and Jollity, as mine was then, and that for ought

I knew the same Destiny was attending me.

* 1.15J am fuerit, nec post unquam revocare licebit.

But now he had a being amongst Men, Now gone, and ne'er to be recall'd agen.

Yet did no•• this Thought wrinkle my Fore∣head any more than any other. It is impossible but we must feel a sting in such Imaginations as these at first; but with often revolving them in a Man's Mind, and having them fre∣quent in our Thoughts, they at last become so familiar as to be no trouble at all: otherwise, I for my part should be in a perpetual Fright and Frenzy; for never Man was so distrustful of his Life, never Man so indifferents for its Duration. Neither Health, which I have hi∣therto ever enjoyed very strong and vigorous, and very seldom interrupted, does prolong, nor Sickness contract my Hopes. Methinks I scape every minute, and it eternally runs in my Mind, that what may be done to morrow may be done to day. Hazards and Dangers do, in truth, little or nothing hasten our end; and if we consider how many more remain and hang over our Heads, besides the ac∣cident that immediately threatens us, we shall find that the Sound and the Sick, those that are abroad at Sea, and those that sit by the Fire, those who are engag••d in Battle, and those who sit idle at home, are the one as near it as the other: Nemo altero fragilior est: nemo in crastinum sui certior,* 1.16 No man is more frail than another: no more certain of the mor∣row,

For any thing I have to do before I die, the longest leisure would appear too short, were it but an Hours business I had to do. A Friend of mine the other day tur∣ning over my Table-Book, found in it a Memo∣randum of something I would have done after my Decease, whereupon I told him, as it was really true, that though I was no more than a League's distance only from my own House, and merry and well, yet when that thing came into my Head; I made hast to write it down there, because I was not certain to live till I came home. As a man that am e∣ternally brooding over my own thoughts, and who confine them to my own particular Con∣cerns, I am upon the matter at all hours as well prepar'd as I am ever like to be, and Death, whenever he shall come, can bring no∣thing along with him I did not expect long be∣fore. We should always (as near as we can) be booted and spurr'd, and ready to go, and above all things to take care at that time to have no business with any one but a man's self:

* 1.17Quid brevi fortes jaculamur aevo Multa?

Why cut'st thou out such mighty Work, vain man? Whose Life's short date's compriz'd in one poor span?

For we shall there find work enough to do, without any need of Addition; One com∣plains, more than of Death, than he is thereby prevented of a glorious Victory; another,

that he must die before he has married his Daughter, or settled, and provided for his Children; a third seems only troubled that he must lose the society of his beloved Wife; a fourth, the conversation of his Son, as the principal concerns of his Being. For my part, I am, thanks be to God, at this instant in such a condition, that I am ready to dislodge, when∣ever it shall please him, without any manner of regret. I disengage my self throughout from all Worldly Relations, my leave is soon taken of all but my self. Never did any one prepare to bid adieu to the World more abso∣lutely and purely, and to shake hands with all manner of Interest in it, than I expect to do. The deadest Deaths are the best.

* 1.18—miser, O miser, (aiunt) omnia ademit Una dies infesta mihi tot praemia vitae;

Wretch that I am (they cry) one fatal day So many joys of Life has snatch'd away. And the Builder,

* 1.19—manent (dit il.) opera interrupta, minaeque Murorum ingentes, aequataque machina Coelo.

Stupendious Piles (say he) neglected lie, And Tow'rs whose Pinacles do pierce the Sky.

A man must design nothing that will require so much time to the finishing, or at least with no such passionate desire to see it brought to Perfection. We are born to action.

* 1.20 Cum moriar medium solvar & inter opus.

When Death shall come, he me will doubt∣less find Doing of something that I had design'd.

I would always have a man to be doing, and as much as in him lies, to extend, and spin out the Offices of life; and then let Death take me planting Cabbages, but without any careful thought of him, and much less of my Garden's not being finished. I saw one die, who at his last gasp seem'd to be concern'd at nothing so much, as that Destiny was about to cut the thread of a Chronicle History he was then compiling, when he was gone no farther than the fifteenth or sixteenth of our Kings.

* 1.21Illud in his rebus non addunt, nec tibi earum J am desiderium rerum, superinsidet una.

They tell us not that dying we've no more The same desires and thoughts that heretosore.

We are to discharge our selves from these vul∣gar and hurtful Humours and Concerns. To this purpose it was, that men first appointed the places of Sepulture, and Dormitories of the dead, near adjoyning to the Churches, and in the most frequent places of the City, to ac∣custom (says Lycurgus) the common People, Women and Children, that they should not be startled at the sight of a dead Corps; and to the end, that the continual Objects of Bones, Graves, Monuments, and Funeral Obsequies should put us in Mind of our frail condition.

* 1.22Quinetiam exhilarare viris convivia caede Mos olim, & miscere epulis spectacula dira Certatum ferro, saepe & super ipsa cadentum Pocula, respersis non parco sanguine mensis.

'Twas therefore that the Ancients at their Feasts With tragick Objects us'd to treat their Guests, Making their Fencers with their utmost spite, Skill, Force, and Fury, in their presence fight, Till streams of Blood of those at last must fall, Dash'd o'er their Tables, Dishes, Cups and all.

And as the Egyptians after their Feasts were wont to present the Company with a great Image of Death, by one that cry'd out to them, Drink and be merry, for such shalt thou be when thou art dead; so it is my Custom to have Death not only in my Imagination, but continually in my Mouth; neither is there any thing of which I am so inquisitive, and de∣light to inform my self, as the manner of mens Deaths, their Words, Looks, and Gestures; nor any places in History I am so intent upon; and it is manifest enough, by my crowding in Ex∣amples of this kind, that I have a particular fancy for that Subject. If I were a Writer of Books, I would compile a Register with a Comment of the various Deaths of men, and it could not but be useful, for who should teach men to die, would at the same time teach them to live. D••cearchus made one, to which he gave that Title; but it was design••d for another, and less profitable end. Perad∣venture some one may object, and say, that

the pain and terror of dying indeed does so infinitely exceed all manner of imagination, that the best Fencer will be quite out of his Play when it comes to the Push: but let them say what they will, to premeditate is doubt∣less a very great Advantage; and besides, is it nothing to come so far, at least, without any visible Disturbance or Alteration? But moreover, Nature her self does assist and en∣courage us. If the Death be sudden and vio∣lent, we have not leisure to fear; if other∣wise, I find, that as I engage further in my Disease, I naturally enter into a certain loath∣ing, and disdain of Life. I find I have much more ado to digest this Resolution of dying when I am well in Health than when sick lan∣guishing of a Fever; and by how much I have less to do with the Commodities of Life, by reason I even begin to lose the use and Plea∣sure of them, by so much I look upon Death with less Terror and Amazement; which makes me hope, that the further I remove from the first, and the nearer I approach to the latter, I shall sooner strike a bargain, and with less Unwillingness exchange the one for the other. And, as I have experimented in other Occurrences, that, as Caesar says, things often appear greater to us at distance than near at hand, I have found, that being well, I have had Diseases in much greater Horror than when really afflicted with them. The Vi∣gour wherein I now am, and the Jollity and Delight wherein I now live, make the con∣trary Estat•• appear in so great a disproportion

to my present condition, that by Imagination I magnifie and make those inconveniences twice greater than they are, and apprehend them to be much more troublesome, than I find them really to be, when they lie the most heavy up∣on me, and I hope to find Death the same. Let us but observe in the ordinary changes and Declinations our Constitutions daily suffer, how Nature deprives us of all sight and sense of our bodily decay. What remains to an old man of the vigour of his Youth and better days?

* 1.23He is senibus vitae portio quanta manet?

Alas, to men, of youthful Heat berest, How small a Portion of Life is left?

Caesar, to an old weather-beaten Souldier of his Guards, who came to ask him leave that he might kill himself, taking notice of his whither'd Body, and decrepid motion, plea∣santly answer'd, Thou fansiest then that thou art yet alive. Should a man fall into the Aches and impotencies of Age, from a spritely and vigorous Youth on the sudden, I do not think Humanity capable of enduring such a change: but Nature, leading us by the hand, an easie, and as it were, an insensible pace, step by step conducts us to that miserable condition, and by that means makes it familiar to us, so that we perceive not, nor are sensible of the stroak then, when our Youth dies in us, though it be really a harder Death, than the final Dissolu∣tion of a languishing Body, which is only the Death of old Age; forasmuch as the Fall is

not so great from an uneasie being to none at all, as it is from a spritely and florid Being to one that is unweildy and Painful. The Body, when bow'd beyond its natural spring of Strength, has less Force either to rise with, or support a burthen; and it is with the Soul the same, and therefore it is, that we are to raise her up firm and erect against the Power of this Adversary: for as it is impossible she should ever be at rest, or at Peace within her self, whilst she stands in fear of it; so if she once can assure her self, she may boast (which is a thing as it were above Humane Condition) that it is impossible that Disquiet, Anxiety, or Fear, or any other Disturbance, should inhabit, or have any Place in her.

* 1.24Non vultus instantis tyranni Mente quatit solida, neque Auster Dux inquieti turbidus Adriae, Nec fulminantis magna Jovis manus.

A Soul well settled is not to be shook With an incensed Tyrant's threatning Look; Nor can loud Auster once that Heart dismay, The ruffling Prince of stormy Adria; Nor yet th' advanced hand of mighty Jove; Though charg'd with Thunder, such a Tem∣per move.

She is then become Sovereign of all her Lusts and Passions, Mistress of Necessity, Shame, Poverty, and all the other Injuries of For∣tune. Let us therefore, as many of us as can, get this Advantage, which is the true and sovereign Liberty here on Earth, and that

fortifies us wherewithal to defie Violence and Injustice, and to contemn Prisons and Chains.

* 1.25—in Manicis, & Compedibus, saevo te sub custode tenebo. Ipse Deus simul atque volam, me solvet, opinor, Hoc sentit, moriar: mors ultima linea rerum est.

With rugged Chains I'll load thy Hands and Feet, And to a surly Keeper thee commit; Why, let him shew his worst of Cruelty, God will, I think, for asking, set me free: Ay, but he thinks I'll die; that Comfort brings, For Death's the utmost Line of Humane things.

Our very Religion it self has no surer hu∣mane Foundation than the Contempt of Death.* 1.26 Not only the Argument of Reason invites us to it; for why should we fear to lose a thing, which being lost, can never be miss'd or lamented? but also seeing we are threat∣ned by so many sorts of Death, is it not infi∣nitely worse eternally to fear them all, than once to undergo one of them? And what matter is it when it shall happen, since it is once inevitable? To him that told Socrates, the thirty Tyrants have sentenc'd thee to Death; and Nature them; said he. What a ridiculous thing it is to trouble and afflict our selves, about taking the only Step that is to deliver us from all Misery and Trouble? As our Birth brought us the Birth of all things, so in

our Death is the Death of all things included. And therefore to lament and take on, that we shall not be alive a hundred Years hence, is the same Folly as to be sorry we were not alive a hundred Years ago. Death is the beginning of another Life. So did we weep, and so much it cost us to enter into this, and so did we put of our former Veil in entring into it. Nothing can be grievous that is but once, and is it reasonable so long to fear a thing that will so soon be dispatch'd? Long Life and short, are by Death made all one; for there is no long, nor short, to things that are no more. Aristotle tells us, that there are certain little Beasts upon the Banks of the River Hypanis, that never live above a day: they which die at eight of the Clock in the Morning, die in their Youth, and those that die at five in the Evening, in their extreamest Age: Which of us would not laugh to see this Moment of Continuance put into the consideration of Weal or Woe? The most, and the least of ours in comparison of Eternity, or yet to the Duration of Moun∣tains, Rivers, Stars, Trees, and even of some Animals, is no less ridiculous. But Nature compels us to it; Go out of this World, says she, as you enter'd into it; the same Pass you made from Death to Life, without Passion or Fear, the same, after the same manner, repeat from Life to Death. Your Death is a part of the Order of the Universe, 'tis a part of the Life of the World.

* 1.27—Inter se mortales mutua vivunt, Et quasi cursores vitai lampada tradunt.

Mortals amongst themselves by turns do live, And Life's bright Torch to the next Runner give.* 1.28

'Tis the Condition of your Creation; Death is a part of you, and whilst you endeavour to evade it, you avoid your selves. This very Being of yours that you now enjoy is equally divided betwixt Life and Death. The day of your Birth is one days advance towards the Grave.

* 1.29Prima, quae vitam dedit, hora, carpsit.

The Hour that gave of Life the benefit, Did also a whole Hour shorten it.

* 1.30Nascentes morimur, finisque ab origine pendet.

As we are born, we die, and our Life's end Upon our Life's beginning does depend.

All the whole time you live you purloin from Life, and live at the expence of Life it self, the perpetual work of our whole Life is but to lay the foundation of Death; you are in Death whilst you live, because you still are after Death, when you are no more alive. Or if you had rather have it so, you are dead af∣ter Life, but dying all the while you live;

and Death handles the dying much more rudely than the dead. If you have made your profit of Life, you have had enough of it, go your way satisfied.

* 1.31Cur non ut plenus vitae conviva recedis.

Why should'st thou not go like a full gorg'd Guest, Sated with Life, as he is with a Feast?

If you have not known how to make the best use of it, and if it was unprofitable to you, what need you care to lose it, to what end would you desire longer to keep it?

* 1.32—cur amplius addere quaeris Rursum quod pereat malè & ingratum occidat omne?

And why renew thy time, to what intent Live o'er again a Life that was ill spent?

Life in it self is neither good nor evil, it is the Scene of good or evil, as you make it; and, if you have liv'd a day, you have seen all; one day is equal, and like to all other days; there is no other Light, no other Shade, this very Sun, this Moon, these very Stars, this very Order and Revolution of things, is the same your Ancestors enjoy'd, and that shall also entertain your Posterity.

* 1.33Non alium videre patres, aliumve nepotes Aspicient.

Your Grandsires saw no other things of old, Nor shall your Nephews other things behold.

And come the worst that can come, the distribu∣tion and variety of all the Acts of my Comedy, is perform'd in a Year. If you have observ'd the Revolution of the four Seasons, they com∣prehend, the Infancy, Youth, Virility, and old Age of the World. The Year has play'd his part, and knows no other way, has no new Farce, but must begin and repeat the same a∣gain; it will always be the same thing.

* 1.34Versamur ibidem, atque insumus usque.

Where still we plot, and still contrive in vain; For in the same state still we do remain.

* 1.35Atque in se sua per vestigia volvitur annus.

By its own footsteps led, the Year doth bring Both ends together in an annual Ring.

Time is not resolv'd to create you any new Recreations.

* 1.36Nam tibi praeterea quod machiner, inveniam{que} Quod placeat, nihil est: eadem sunt omnia semper.

More pleasures than are made time will not frame, For to all times, all things shall be the same.

Give place to others, as others have given place to you. Equality is the Soul of Equity. Who can complain of being comprehended in the same Destiny wherein all things are in∣volv'd? Besides, live as long as you can, you shall by that nothing shorten the space you are to lie dead in the Grave; 'tis all to no pur∣pose;

you shall be every whit as long in the condition you so much fear, as if you had di∣ed at Nurse.

* 1.37—licet quot vis vivendo vincere secla, Mors aeterna tamen, nihilominus illa manebit.

And live as many Ages as you will, Death ne'ertheless shall be eternal still.

And yet I will place you in such a condition as you shall have no reason to be displeased;

* 1.38In vera nescis nullum fore morte alium te Qui p••ssit vivus tibi te lugere peremptum. Stansque jacentem.

When dead, a living self thou canst not have Or to lament, or trample on thy grave.

Nor shall you so much as wish for the Life you are so concern'd about.

* 1.39Nec sibi enim quisquam tum se vitam{que} requirit, Nec desiderium nostri nos afficit ullum.

Life, nor our selves we wish in that Estate, Nor Thoughts of what we were at first create.

Death were less to be fear'd than nothing. if there could be any thing less than nothing.

* 1.40—multo mortem minus ad nos esse putandum, Si minus esse potest quam quod nihil esse videmus.

If less than nothing any thing can shew, Death then would both appear, and would be so.

Neither can it any way concern you, whether you are living or dead: living, by reason that

you are still in being; dead, because you are no more. Moreover, no one dies before his Hour; and the Time you leave behind was no more yours, than that was laps'd, and gone before you came into the World; nor does it any more concern you.

* 1.41Respice enim quam nil ad nos anteacta vetustas Temporis aeterni fuerit.

Look back and tho Times past eternal were, In those before us yet we had no share.

Where-ever your Life ends it is all there; neither does the Utility of living consist in the length of days, but in the well husbanding and improving of Time, and such an one may have been who has longer continued in the World than the ordinary Age of Man; that has yet liv'd but a little while. Make use of Time while it is present with you. It de∣pends upon your Will, and not upon the num∣ber of Days, to have a sufficient length of Life. Is it possible you can imagine ever to arrive at the Place towards which you are continually going? and yet there is no Journey but hath its end. But if Company will make it more pleasant, or more easie to you, does not all the World go the self same way?

* 1.42—omnia te vita perfuncta sequentur.

When thou art dead, let this thy Comfort be, That all the World, by turn, must follow thee.

Does not all the World dance the same Brawl that you do? Is there any thing that does not

grow old as well as you? A thousand Men, a thousand Animals, and a thousand other Crea∣tures, die at the same moment that you expire.

* 1.43Nam nox nulla diem, neque noctem aurora secu∣ta est, Quae non audierit mistos vagitibus aegris Ploratus, mortis comites, & funeris atri.

No Night suceeds the Day, nor Mornings Light Rises to chase the sullen Shades of Night, Wherein there is not heard the dismal Groans Of dying Men, mix'd with the woful moans Of living Friends, as also with the Cries And Dirges sitting fun'ral Obsequies.

To what end should you endeavour to a∣void, unless there were a possibility to evade it? you have seen Examples enough of those who have received so great a benefit by Dy∣ing, as thereby to be manifestly deliver'd from infallible Miseries; but have you Talkt with any of those who have feared a Disadvan∣tage by it? It must therefore needs be very foolish to condemn a thing you neither ex∣perimented in your own Person, nor by that of any other. Why (says Nature) dost thou complain of me and Destiny? Do we do thee any wrong? Is it for thee to govern us, or for us to dispose of thee? Though perad∣venture thy Age may not be accomplish'd, yet thy Life is. A Man of low Stature is as much a man as a Gyant; neither Men, nor their Lives, are measur'd by the Ell. Chiron

refus'd to be immortal, when he was acquaint∣ed with the Conditions under which he was to enjoy it, by the God of time it self, and its Duration, his Father Saturn. Do but se∣riously consider how much more insupport∣able an immortal and painful Life would be to man than what I have already design'd him. If you had not Death to ease you of your Pains and Cares, you would eternally curse me for having depriv'd you of the Be∣nefit of Dying. I have, 'tis true mixt a lit∣tle Bitterness with it, to the end, that seeing of what Conveniency and Use it is, you might not too greedily and indiscreetly seek and embrace it: and that you might be so esta∣blish'd in this Moderation, as neither to nau∣seate Life, nor have an Antipathy for dying, which I have decreed you shall once do, I have temper'd the one and the other betwixt Pleasure and Pain: and twas I that first taught Thales, the most eminent of all your Sages, that to Live and to Die were indifferent; which made him very wisely answer him who ask'd him, Why then did he not die? because (says he) it is indifferent. The Elements of Water, Earth, Fire, and Air, and the other Parts of this Creation of thine, are no more the Instruments of thy Life than they are of thy Death. Why dost thou fear thy last day, it contributes no more to thy dissolution than every one of the rest? The last Step is not the cause of lassitude, it does but confess it. Every Day travels towards Death, the last only arrives at it. These are the good Lessons our Mother

Nature teaches. I have often consider'd with my self whence it should proceed, that in War the Image of Death, whether we look upon it as to our own particular danger, or that of another, should without Comparison appear less dreadful than at home in our own Houses, (for if it were not so, it would be an Army of whining Milk-sops) and that be∣ing still in all Places the same, there should be notwithstanding much more Assurance in Peasants, and the meaner sort of People, than others of better Quality and Education: and I do verily believe, that it is those terrible Ce∣remonies and Preparations wherewith we set it out, that more terrifie us than the thing it self; a new quite contrary way of living, the Cries of Mothers, Wives and Children, the Visits of astonish'd and afflicted Friends, the Attendance of pale and blubber'd Ser∣vants, a dark Room set round with hurning Tapers, our Beds environed with Physicians and Divines; in sum, nothing but Ghostliness and Horror round about us, render it so for∣midable, that a Man almost fansies himself dead and buried already. Children are afraid even of those they love best, and are best ac∣quainted with, when disguised in a Vizor, and so are we; the Vizor must be removed as well from Things as Persons; which being taken away, we shall find nothing underneath but the very same Death that a mean Servant, or a poor Chamber-maid, died a day or two ago, without any manner of Apprehension or Concern. Happy therefore is the Death that

deprives us of the leisure to prepare things requisite for this unnecessary Pomp, a Pomp that only renders that more terrible which ought not to be fear'd, and that no Man up∣on Earth can possibly avoid.

Notes

• * 1.1

  Seneca Epist.
• * 1.2

  Horat. l. 2. Od. 3.
• * 1.3

  Cicero de finib. l. 1.
• * 1.4

  Hor. l. 3. Od. 1.
• * 1.5

  Claud.
• * 1.6

  Lucret. l. 4.
• * 1.7

  The Au∣thor's birth.
• * 1.8

  Hor. l. 2. Od. 13.
• * 1.9

  Henry II. of France, running against Montgome∣ry. 2. Philip the eldest son of Lewis the Gross, the 40th. King of France.
• * 1.10

  H••ra••e, Epist. 2 l. 2.
• * 1.11

  Idem l. 3. Ode 2.
• * 1.12

  Propert. l. 3. Eleg 17. altas 16.
• * 1.13

  Horat. l. 1. Epist. 4.
• * 1.14

  Catullus. Num. 69.
• * 1.15

  Lucret. l 3.
• * 1.16

  Senec. ••p. 19.
• * 1.17

  Hor. l. 2. Od. 16.
• * 1.18

  Lucret. l. 3.
• * 1.19

  Aeneid. l. 4.
• * 1.20

  Ovid. Amor. lib. 2. Eleg. 10.
• * 1.21

  Lucret. l. 3.
• * 1.22

  Silius Ita∣••icus, l. 11.
• * 1.23

  Corn. Galli. vel potius Maximian. Eleg. 1.
• * 1.24

  Horat. l. 3. Od. 3.
• * 1.25

  Horat. l. 1. Epist. 16.
• * 1.26

  The con∣tempt of Death a certain Foundati∣on of Reli∣gion.
• * 1.27

  Lucret. l. 2.
• * 1.28

  Alluding to the A∣thenian Games, wherein those that run a Race carried Torches in their Hands; and the Race being done, deliver'd them into the Hands of those who were to run next.
• * 1.29

  Senec. Her. fur. chor. 3.
• * 1.30

  Manil. Ast. 4.
• * 1.31

  Lucret. l. 3.
• * 1.32

  Ibid.
• * 1.33

  Lucret. vel Manil.
• * 1.34

  Lucret. l. 3.
• * 1.35

  Vir. Georg. l. 2.
• * 1.36

  Lucret. l. 3.
• * 1.37

  Ibidem.
• * 1.38

  Ibidem.
• * 1.39

  Ibidem.
• * 1.40

  Ibidem.
• * 1.41

  Ibidem.
• * 1.42

  Ibidem.
• * 1.43

  Lucret. l. 2.