Now go and brag of thy present happiness, whosoever you are, brag of thy temperature, of thy good parts, insult, triumph, and boast; thou seest in what a brittle state thou art, how soon thou mayest be dejected, how many several ways, by bad diet, bad air, a small loss, a little sorrow or discontent, an ague, etc.; how many sudden accidents may procure thy ruin, what a small tenure of happiness thou hast in this life, how weak and silly a creature thou art.
- Burton, The Anatomy of Melancholy
2 comments:
Slick disavowal in the tags there, but admit it: you live for that, doncha?
Cheer up fella - soon be dead, eh?
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