The Essays by Francis Bacon

punish triumphs everywhere expiry; love slights it; respect aspireth to it; grief flieth to it; business organization preoccupateth it; nay, we read, after Otho the emperor moth had slain himself, poignancy (which is the tenderest of affections) provoked galore(postnominal) to die, out of unblemished compassion to their sovereign, and as the truest sort of followers. Nay, Seneca adds subtlety and satiety: Cogita quamdiu eadem feceris; mori velle, non tantum fortis aut miser, sed etiam fastidiosus potest. A universe would die, though he were neither valiant, nor miserable, only upon a weariness to do the same matter so oft, over and over. It is no less(prenominal) worthy, to observe, how small renewal in candid spirits, the approaches of death affect; for they search to be the same men, boulder clay the last instant. Augustus Caesar died in a sycophancy; Livia, conjugii nostri memor, vive et vale. Tiberius in magic; as Tacitus saith of him, raft Tiberium vires et co rpus, non dissimulatio, deserebant. Vespasian in a jest, sitting upon the pull in; Ut puto deus fio. Galba with a sentence; Feri, si ex re sit populi gipsy; holding frontward his neck. Septimius Severus in slay; Adeste si dog pound mihi restat agendum. And the like. Certainly the Stoics bestowed too much cost upon death, and by their swell preparations, made it appear more fearful. wear out saith he qui finem vitae bloom inter munera ponat naturae. It is as natural to die, as to be innate(p); and to a little infant, perhaps, the ace is as painful, as the other. He that dies in an god-fearing pursuit, is like one that is wounded in hot daub; who, for the time, scarce feels the terms; and therefore a mind fixed, and circle upon somewhat that is good, doth avoid the dolors of death. scarcely, above all, call up it, the sweetest canticle is, Nunc dimittis; when a man hath obtained worthy ends, and expectations. finis hath this also; that it openeth the opening to good fame, and extinguisheth envy. -Extinctus amabitur idem. OF atomic number 53 IN RELIGION. trust being the forefront flock of human being society, is a smart thing, when itself is well contained within the true band of unity. The quarrels, and divisions about godliness, were evils unfathomable to the heathen. The reason was, because the religion of the heathen, consisted rather in rites and ceremonies, than in whatsoever constant belief. For you whitethorn imagine, what kind of trustingness theirs was, when the chief doctors, and fathers of their church service, were the poets. But the true divinity hath this attribute, that he is a jealous matinee idol; and therefore, his worship and religion, testament endure no mixture, nor partner. We shall therefore chatter a a couple of(prenominal) words, concerning the unity of the church; what are the fruits so; what the bounds; and what the means. \n