Epictetus would have a Man when he is Kissing , and Caressing his Child, say to himself at the same time ; To morrow perhaps this Pretty thing may Dye and leave me. These are sower Ominous Reflections you'l say. That's your mistake: The consequences of Mortality, and the Course of Nature, are no Ominous things to think on, otherwise it would be an Ominous business to cut down a little Grass, or Corn.