The universe is like a craftsman working with wax. It might shape a horse, then destroy that form and reshape the same material into a tree. Then it shapes that into a person, then into something else. Each form lasts only a short time. If it's not painful for parts to come together and form a body, why should it be painful when they separate?
The nature of the universe, of the common substance of all things as it were of so much wax hath now perchance formed a horse; and then, destroying that figure, hath new tempered and fashioned the matter of it into the form and substance of a tree: then that again into the form and substance of a man: and then that again into some other. Now every one of these doth subsist but for a very little while. As for dissolution, if it be no grievous thing to the chest or trunk, to be joined together; why should it be more grievous to be put asunder?