his enemies,” or the like, they must lament no more.  And ’tis fit it should be so; to what end is all their funeral pomp, complaints, and tears?  When Socrates was dying, his friends Apollodorus and Crito, with some others, were weeping by him, which he perceiving, asked them what they meant:  [3891]"for that very cause he put all the women out of the room, upon which words of his they were abashed, and ceased from their tears.”  Lodovicus Cortesius, a rich lawyer of Padua (as [3892] Bernardinus Scardeonius relates) commanded by his last will, and a great mulct if otherwise to his heir, that no funeral should be kept for him, no man should lament:  but as at a wedding, music and minstrels to be provided; and instead of black mourners, he took order, [3893]"that twelve virgins clad in green should carry him to the church.”  His will and testament was accordingly performed, and he buried in St. Sophia’s church. [3894]Tully was much grieved for his daughter Tulliola’s death at first, until such time that he had confirmed his mind with some philosophical precepts, [3895]"then he began to triumph over fortune and grief, and for her reception into heaven to be much more joyed than before he was troubled for her loss.”  If a heathen man could so fortify himself from philosophy, what shall a Christian from divinity?  Why dost thou so macerate thyself?  ’Tis an inevitable chance, the first statute in Magna Charta, an everlasting Act of Parliament, all must [3896]die.

[3897] “Constat aeterna positumque lege est,
        Ut constet genitum nihil.”

It cannot be revoked, we are all mortal, and these all commanding gods and princes “die like men:"[3898]—­involvit humile pariter et celsum caput, aquatque summis infima.  “O weak condition of human estate,” Sylvius exclaims:  [3899]Ladislaus, king of Bohemia, eighteen years of age, in the flower of his youth, so potent, rich, fortunate and happy, in the midst of all his friends, amongst so many [3900]physicians, now ready to be [3901] married, in thirty-six hours sickened and died.  We must so be gone sooner or later all, and as Calliopeius in the comedy took his leave of his spectators and auditors, Vos valete et plaudite, Calliopeius recensui, must we bid the world farewell (Exit Calliopeius), and having now played our parts, for ever be gone.  Tombs and monuments have the like fate, data sunt ipsis quoque fata sepulchris, kingdoms, provinces, towns, and cities have their periods, and are consumed.  In those flourishing times of Troy, Mycenae was the fairest city in Greece, Graeciae cunctae imperitabat, but it, alas, and that [3902]"Assyrian Nineveh are quite overthrown:”  the like fate hath that Egyptian and Boeotian Thebes, Delos, commune Graeciae, conciliabulum, the common council-house of Greece, [3903]and Babylon, the greatest city that ever the sun shone on, hath now nothing but walls and rubbish left. [3904]_Quid Pandioniae restat nisi nomen Athenae_?  Thus [3905]Pausanias