Whether in Death breath’d out into the Air
She mix confus’dly with’t, and periſh there ;
Or thro’ vaſt Shades and horrid Silence go
To viſit brimſtone Caves, and Pools below ;
Or into Beaſts retires. 1715, Titus Lucretius Carus, T. Lucretius Carus, Of the Nature of Things, page 18: