It must be soöPlato, thou reason'st well!ö Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into naught? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man. Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!

-Addison,Joseph
  Cato, act 5, sc.1, l.1^10.

Only your hearts be frolic, for the time Craves that we taste of naught but jouissance.

-Greene, Robert
c.1589  Friar Bacon and Friar Bungay (published1594), sc.16.

The man that will nocht quhen he may Sall haif nocht quhen he wald.

-Henryson, Robert
c.1460  'Robene and Makeyne', l.91^2.