When Sir Walter Raleigh was imprisoned in the Tower of London in 1618 awaiting execution, he took comfort from the thought that «Seeing my flesh must die
so soone, / And want a head to dine next noone» he could look forward to carrying on quite nicely without his body, and with good company to boot: «And by the happie blisfull way / More peacefull Pilgrims I shall see / That have shooke off their gownes of clay / And
goe appareld fresh like mee.