so little is our loss.... then / all this earthly grossness quit / attired with stars / we shall for ever / sit, triumphing / over death and chance and ... time. M[ilton] Why / desire to live another day? It / will be like the last: same / sun, same stars, same father, & / friends, nothing more to see. M[ontaigne]. p 42 The Journals and Miscellaneous Notebooks, RWE, ed Ralph H Orth