Whatever you are doing, think about it honestly. Ask yourself: What? Just because I won't be able to do this after I'm dead — does that make death something to fear?
Whatsoever it is that thou goest about, consider of it by thyself, and ask thyself, What? because I shall do this no more when I am dead, should therefore death seem grievous unto me?
Picture everyone who grieves over worldly things like a pig squealing when its throat is cut. That's what they're like when they cry and carry on. The same goes for someone lying alone in bed, complaining about the troubles of mortal life. Remember this: only rational beings can choose to accept what fate brings. But all creatures must submit to it whether they want to or not.
As a pig that cries and flings when his throat is cut, fancy to thyself every one to be, that grieves for any worldly thing and takes on. Such a one is he also, who upon his bed alone, doth bewail the miseries of this our mortal life. And remember this, that Unto reasonable creatures only it is granted that they may willingly and freely submit unto Providence: but absolutely to submit, is a necessity imposed upon all creatures equally.