John Wilmot

 A Fragment of Seneca Translated – John Wilmot

 A Fragment of Seneca Translated – John Wilmot

After Death nothing is, and nothing, death, The utmost limit of a gasp of breath. Let the ambitious zealot lay aside His hopes of heaven, whose faith is but his pride; Let slavish souls lay by their fear Nor be concerned which way nor where After this life they shall be hurled. Dead, we become the l... »