56.]--Why dost thou complain of this world?
it detains thee not; thy own cowardice is the cause, if thou livest in pain.

There needs no more to die but to will to die: "Ubique mors est; optime hoc cavit deus.
Eripere vitam nemo non homini potest; At nemo mortem; mille ad hanc aditus patent." ["Death is everywhere: heaven has well provided for that.

Any one may deprive us of life; no one can deprive us of death.

To death there are a thousand avenues."-- Seneca, Theb:, i, I, 151.] Neither is it a recipe for one disease only; death is the infallible cure of all; 'tis a most assured port that is never to be feared, and very often to be sought.

It comes all to one, whether a man give himself his end, or stays to receive it by some other means; whether he pays before his day, or stay till his day of payment come; from whencesoever it comes, it is still his; in what part soever the thread breaks, there's the end of the clue.