Renews his hope, and fondly lays
The desperate bet upon to-morrow!
"To-morrow comes! 'Tis noon! 'Tis night!
This day like all the former flies:
Yet on he goes, to seek delight
To-morrow, till to-night he dies!"
11. * A third symptom of this fatal disease the love of the world, which is so deeply rooted in our nature, is the pride of life, the desire of praise, of the honour that cometh of men. This the greatest admirers of human nature allow to be strictly natural: as natural as the sight or hearing, or any other of the external senses. And are they ashamed of it, even men of letters, men of refined and improved understanding? So far from it, that they glory therein! They applaud themselves for their love of applause! Yea, eminent Christians, so called, make no difficulty of adopting the saying of the old, vain Heathen, Animi dissoluti est & nequam negligere quid de se homines sentiant: Not to regard what men think of us, is the mark of a wicked and abandoned mind." So that to go calm and unmoved thro' honour and dishonour, thro' evil report and good report, is with them a sign of one that is indeed not fit to live; away with such a fellow from the earth. But would one imagine, that these men had ever heard of Jesus Christ or his apostles? Or that they knew who it was that said, How can ye believe, who receive honour one of another, and seek
