Of the miserable fal of a young child. The .xlix. Dialogue.
I Lament the miserable fal of my young child.
A man ought to lament for nothing that may happen vnto mankinde: al thinges should be premeditated before, if they haue not hap∣ned alredie: lament not thy childes fal, but thine owne vnskyl∣fulnesse, & the forgetfulnesse of thine owne condition.
I complaine of the miserable death of my young childe.
There is no death miserable, which the death of the soule doth not folow, from which daunger thy young child is free.
My childe is dead by breaking his necke.
What skylleth it after what sort a man dye, so that he die not dishonourably, & he can not die dishonourably, that dieth without offences.
My chylde is peryshed by breakyng his necke.
But Archemorus by the biting of a serpent, other some by suckyng milke of a nurse being with child, other by sickenesse, the which for the more part happen more commonly then, than in old age.
My young child is perished by breaking his necke.
Sodeyne death is to be wished of the innocent, and to be feared of the guiltie.
My chylde is dead of a fal from an hygh.
Unto them that dye languishingly, death often times seemeth the sharper, & the panges the longer: for al paine, ye