To what end recoile you from it, if you cannot goe backe.  You have seene many who have found good in death, ending thereby many many miseries.  But have you seene any that hath received hurt thereby?  Therefore it is meere simplicitie to condemne a thing you never approve, neither by yourselfe nor any other.  Why doest thou complaine of me and of destinie?  Doe we offer thee any wrong? is it for thee to direct us, or for us to governe thee?  Although thy age be not come to her period, thy life is.  A little man is a whole man as well as a great man.  Neither men nor their lives are measured by the Ell.  Chiron refused immortalitie, being informed of the conditions thereof, even by the God of time and of continuance, Saturne his father.  Imagine truly how much an ever-during life would be lesse tolerable and more painfull to a man, than is the life which I have given him.  Had you not death you would then uncessantly curse, and cry out against me, that I had deprived you of it.  I have of purpose and unwittingly blended some bitternesse amongst it, that so seeing the commoditie of its use, I might hinder you from over-greedily embracing, or indiscreetly calling for it.  To continue in this moderation that is, neither to fly from life nor to run to death (which I require of you) I have tempered both the one and other betweene sweetnes and sowrenes.  I first taught Thales, the chiefest of your Sages and Wisemen, that to live and die were indifferent, which made him answer one very wisely, who asked him wherefore he died not:  “Because,” said he, “it is indifferent.  The water, the earth, the aire, the fire, and other members of this my universe, are no more the instruments of thy life than of thy death.  Why fearest thou thy last day?  He is no more guiltie, and conferreth no more to thy death, than any of the others.  It is not the last step that causeth weariness:  it only declares it.  All daies march towards death, only the last comes to it.”  Behold heere the good precepts of our universall mother Nature.  I have oftentimes bethought my self whence it proceedeth, that in times of warre, the visage of death (whether wee see it in us or in others) seemeth without all comparison much lesse dreadful and terrible unto us, than in our houses, or in our beds, otherwise it should be an armie of Physitians and whiners, and she ever being one, there must needs bee much more assurance amongst countrie-people and of base condition, than in others.  I verily believe, these fearefull lookes, and astonishing countenances wherewith we encompass it, are those that more amaze and terrifie us than death:  a new forme of life; the out cries of mothers; the wailing of women and children; the visitation of dismaid and swouning friends; the assistance of a number of pale-looking, distracted, and whining servants; a darke chamber; tapers burning round about; our couch beset round with Physitians and Preachers; and to conclude, nothing but horror and astonishment on every side of us:  are wee not already dead