I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian. - Alexander Pope

Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night:
God said, Let Newton be!
And all was light.

No, fly me, fly me, far as pole from pole;
Rise Alps between us! and whole oceans roll!
Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me,
Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee.
Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign;
Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine.
Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!)
Long lov'd, ador'd ideas, all adieu!

The Dying Christian to His Soul (1712)

-Vital spark of heav'nly flame!
Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame:
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,
Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!

Stanza 1.