Why, with a trembling faintnesse, should we feare The face of _Death_? and, fondly linger here, As if we thought the _Voyage_ to be gone Lay through the shades of _Styx_ or _Acheron_? Or, that we either were to travell downe To uncouth _Deapthes_, or up some _heights_ unknowne? Or, to some place remote, whose nearest end Is farther then Earths limits doe extend? It is not by one halfe that distance, thither Where _Death_ lets in, as it is any whither: No not by halfe so farre, as to your bed; Or, to that place, where you should rest your head, If on the ground you layd your selfe (ev’n there) Where at this moment you abiding are. This _Emblem_ shewes (if well you looke thereon) That, from your _Glasse of life_, which is to run, There’s but one step to _Death_; and, that you tread _At once_, among the _Living_, and, the _Dead_. In whatsoever _Land_, we _live_ or _die_, _God_ is the same; And, _Heav’n_ is, there, as nigh As in that _place_, wherein, we most desire Our _Soules_, with our last breathing, to expire. Which things, well heeding; let us not delay Our _Iourney_, when we summon’d are away, (As those inforced _Pilgrims_ use to doe, That know not whither, nor, how farre they goe) Nor let us dreame that we in _Time_, or _Place_, Are farre from ending our uncertaine _Race_. But, let us fix on _Heav’n_, a faithfull eye, And, still, be _flying thither_, till wee die. _His =Pace=, must =wary= be, and =slow=, That hath a =Slippery-way= to goe._ [Illustration: PEDETENTIM. ILLVSTR. XIX. _Book. 3_]