“Pain he endures, death he awaits.”

Il n'y a pour l'homme que trois événements: naître, vivre et mourir. Il ne se sent pas naître, il souffre à mourir, et il oublie de vivre.
Aphorism 48
Les Caractères (1688), De l'Homme

Sylphs
Poems (1851), Prometheus
Context: The glad sons of the deliver'd earth
Shall yearly raise their multitudinous voice,
Hymning great Jove, the God of Liberty!
Then he grew proud, yet gentle in his pride,
And full of tears, which well became his youth,
As showers do spring. For he was quickly moved,
And joy'd to hear sad stories that we told
Of what we saw on earth, of death and woe,
And all the waste of time. Then would he swear
That he would conquer time; that in his reign
It never should be winter; he would have
No pain, no growing old, no death at all.
And that the pretty damsels, whom we said
He must not love, for they would die and leave him,
Should evermore be young and beautiful;
Or, if they must go, they should come again,
Like as the flowers did. Thus he used to prate,
Till we almost believed him.

Part I Section V
A Philosophical Enquiry into the Origin of Our Ideas of the Sublime and Beautiful (1757)

Source: Something Wicked This Way Comes

Source: Fool Moon

The Messiah, VII. 460; as quoted in Beautiful thoughts from German and Spanish authors (1868) by C.T. Ramage, p. 240

General Thomas Graham, p. 234
Sharpe (Novel Series), Sharpe's Fury (2006)

Book II, ch. 1 http://classics.mit.edu/Epictetus/discourses.2.two.html
Discourses
Variant: For death or pain is not formidable, but the fear of pain or death.