LXXXIV.
SPend a hundred years in Earths best pleasures; and after that a hundred more; to which being spent, add a thousand; and to that ten thousand more, the last shall as surely end, as the first are ended, and all shall be swallowed with Eternity: He that is born to day, is not sure to live a day; He that hath lived the longest, is but as he that was born yesterday: the Happines of the one is, that he hath lived; the happinesse of the other is, that hey may live; and the lot of both is that they must dye: It is no Happines to live long, nor unhappinesse to dye soon: Happy is he that hath liv'd long enough, to dye well.