Michel de Montaigne,
Essays — The Nineteenth Chapter…
“ Yet, when I will, God me deliver shall, He thinkes, I shall die: death is end of all. Our religion hath had no surer humane foundation than the contempt of life. Discourse of reason doth not only call and summon us unto it. For why should we feare to lose a thing, which being lost, cannot be moaned? but also, since we are threatened by so many kinds of death, there is no more inconvenience to feare them all, than to endure one: what matter is it when it commeth, since it is unavoidable? ”
