Then with no throbs of fiery pain, No cold gradations of decay, Death broke at once the vital chain, And freed his soul the nearest way.
Samuel Johnson
Life
Then with no throbs of fiery pain, No cold gradations of decay, Death broke at once the vital chain, And freed his soul the nearest way.
Samuel Johnson
Verses on the Death of Mr. Robert Levet. Stanza 9.
Recorded in John Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations, ninth edition, 1905 printing.