Henry Fielding,
Of the Remedy of Affliction for the Loss of our Friends
(1743)
“ I am afraid the latter will be the case; seeing that neither our calamity, nor the child's physic, becomes less nauseous by the delay. But, admitting this condition to be never so hard, will not philosophy shew us the folly of immoderate affliction ? Can all our sorrow mend our case? Can we wash back our friend with our tears, or waft him back with our sighs and lamentations? It is a foolish mean-spiritedness in a criminal, to blubber to his judge when he knows he shall not prevail by it; and it is natural to admire those more who meet their fate with a decent constancy and resignation. ”
