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fince death muft be the LutinA of life, 

 and even Pagans could doubt whether 

 thus to live, were to dye. Since our 

 longeft Sunne fetsat right defcenfions, 

 and makes but winter arches, and there 

 fore it cannot be 1 ong before we lie down 

 in darkneflc, and have our light in afhes. 

 Since the brother of death daily haunts 

 us with dying memento^ and time that 

 grows old it felfc bids us hope no long 

 duration; Diuturnity isadrean and fol 

 ly of expectation, 



Darknefle and light divide the courfe 

 of time, and oblivion (hares with me 

 mory, a great part even of our living 

 beings 3 we (lightly remember our feli 

 cities, and the fmarteft ftroaks of affli- 

 ftion leave but fbort fmart upon us* 

 Senfe endurcth no extremities, and for- 

 rowsdeftroy us or themfelves. To weep 

 into ftones are fables. Afflictions induce 

 callofitics, miferies are flippery, or fall 

 like fnow upou us, which notwithftand* 

 ing is no unhappy ftupidity. To be ig 

 norant of evils to come, and forgetfull 

 of evils paft, is a mercifull provifion in 

 nature, whereby we digefttbe mixture 



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