No! this story must wind up, as yours and mine must--to-morrow--or to-morrow--or to-morrow! when our little sand is run.
Sir Charles Pomander lived a man of pleasure until sixty.

He then became a man of pain; he dragged the chain about eight years, and died miserably.
Mr.Cibber not so much died as "slipped his wind"-- a nautical expression that conveys the idea of an easy exit.

He went off, quiet and genteel.
He was past eighty, and had lived fast.

His servant called him at seven in the morning.

"I will shave at eight," said Mr.Cibber.John brought the hot water at eight; but his master had taken advantage of this interval in his toilet to die!--to avoid shaving?
Snarl and Soaper conducted the criticism of their day with credit and respectability until a good old age, and died placidly a natural death, like twaddle, sweet or sour.
The Triplets, while their patroness lived, did pretty well.