To subsist in lasting monuments, to live in their productions, to exist in their names and predicament of chimeras, was large satisfaction unto old expectations, and made one part of their Elysiums. But all this is nothing in the metaphysicks of true belief. To live indeed, is to be again ourselves, which being not only an hope, but an evidence in noble believers, ’tis all one to lie in St Innocent’s[LXXVIII.] church-yard as in the sands of Egypt. Ready to be anything, in the ecstasy of being ever, and as content with six foot as the moles of Adrianus.[LXXIX.]
——“Tabésne cadavera solvat,
An rogus, haud refert.”—Lucan. viii. 809.
A LETTER TO A FRIEND,
UPON OCCASION OF THE DEATH OF HIS INTIMATE FRIEND.
LETTER TO A FRIEND.