The world is but a carcass; thou art fed
By it, but as a worm, that carcass bred;
And why should’st thou, poor worm, consider more
When this world will grow better than before,
Than those thy fellow-worms do think upon
That carcass’s last resurrection.
Forget this world, and scarce think of it so,
As of old clothes, cast off a year ago.
To be thus stupid is alacrity;
Men thus lethargic have best memory. (Donne)