with all the words of His Law, promises, or threats, doth not infuse.
Death which hateth and destroyeth man, is beleeved ; God, which hath
made him and loves him, is alwayes deferred. I have considered, saith
Solomon, all the workes that are under the Sunne, and behold, all is
vanitie and vexation of spirit: but who beleeves it, till Death tells it
us. It was Death, which opening the conscience of Charles the fift, made
him enjoyne his sonne Philip to restore Navarre ; and King Francis the
First of France, to command that justice should be done upon the
murderers of the Protestants in Merindol and Cabrieres, which till then
he neglected. It is therefore Death alone that can suddenly make man
know himselfe. He tells the proud and insolent, that they are but
Abjects, and humbles them at the instant ; makes them crie, complaine,
and repent; yea, even to hate their forepassed happinesse. He takes the
account of the rich, and proves him a beggar, a naked begger, which hath
interest in nothing, but in the grauell that filles his mouth. He holds
a glasse before the eyes of the most beautifull, and makes them see
therein their deformitie and rottennesse; and they acknowledge it.

O eloquent, just and mightie Death ! whom none could advise, thou hast
perswaded ; what none hath dared, thou hast done ; and whom all the
world hath flattered, thou onely hast cast out of the world and despised
: thou hast drawne together all the farre stretched greatnesse, all the
pride, crueltie, and ambition, of man, and covered it all over with
those two narrow words : _Hic jacet._

With this outburst of true eloquence the historian of the world laid
down his pen in 1614. Four short years later the same historian himself,
wickedly sacrificed by his hispaniolized monarch, laid down his life on
the scaffold, with an apotheosis scarcely less eloquent. No death
recorded in ancient or modern history is more grand or instructive than