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56 MONTAIGNE'S ESSAYES<br />

Touching the functions of the soule, they started up<br />

and came in the same progresse as those of the bodie.<br />

I perceived my selfe all cloudy ; for my doublet was all<br />

sullied with the bloud I had cast. <strong>The</strong> first conceit I<br />

apprehended was that I had received some shot in my<br />

head; and in truth, at the same instant, there were<br />

divers that shot round about us. Me thought my selfe<br />

had no other hold of me but of my lips-ends. I closed<br />

mine eyes to help (as me seemed) to send it forth, and<br />

tooke a kinde of pleasure to linger and languishingly to<br />

let my selfe goe from my selfe. It was an imagination<br />

swimming superficially in my minde, as weake and<br />

as tender as all the rest: but in truth, not only<br />

exempted from displeasure, but rather commixt with<br />

that pleasant sweetnesse which they feel that suffer<br />

themselves to fall into a soft-slum bring and senseentrancing<br />

sleepe. I beleeve it is the same state they<br />

find themselves in, whom in the agony of death we see<br />

to droop and faint thorow weaknesse : and am of opinion<br />

we plaine and moane them without cause, esteeming<br />

that either they are agitated with grievous pangs, or<br />

that their soule is pressed with painfull cogitations.<br />

It was ever my conceit, against the opinion of many,<br />

yea and against that of Estienne de la Boetie, that those<br />

whom we see so overwhelmed and faintly-drooping at<br />

the approches of their end, or utterly cast downe with<br />

the lingring tediousnesse of their deseases, or by<br />

accident of some apoplexie or falling-evill,<br />

(vi morbi sape coactus<br />

Ante oculos aliquis nostros utjulminis ictu,<br />

Concidity et epumas agit, ingemit, et fremit artus,<br />

Desiptt, extentat nervos, torquetur, anhelat,<br />

Inconstanter et in jactando membra fatigat),¹<br />

(Some man by force of sicknesse driv'n doth fall,<br />

As if by thunder stroke, before our eyes;<br />

He fomes, he grones, he trembles over all,<br />

He raves, he stretches, he's vext, panting lyes,<br />

He tyr's his limmes by tossing,<br />

Now this now that way crossing,)<br />

1 LUCRET. 1. iii. 490.

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