out to them Enemies, where there are none; nor, in any other Instance, disconcerted or confounded by Appearances.
§. 4. He must then, if it should so happen, be able to lift up his Voice, come upon the Stage, and say, like Socrates, "O Mortals, whither are you hurrying? What are you about? Why do you tumble up and down, Wretches, like blind Men? You are going a wrong Way, and have forsaken the right. You seek Prosperity and[1] Happiness in a wrong Place, where it is not; nor do you give Credit to another, who shows you where it is. Why do you seek it without? It is not in Body: if you do not believe me, look upon[2] Myro; look upon Ofellius. It is not in Wealth: if you do not believe me, look upon Cræsus; look upon the Rich of the present Age, how full of Lamentation their Life is. It is not in Power: for, otherwise, they, who have been twice and thrice Consuls, must be happy: but they are not. To whom shall we give Credit in this Affair? To you who look only upon the Externals of their Condition, and are dazled by Appearances, or to themselves? What do they say? Hear them, when they groan, when they sigh, when they think themselves more wretched, and in more Danger, from these very Consulships, this Glory, and Splendor. It is not in Empire otherwise Nero and Sardanapalus had been happy. But not even Agamemnon was happy, though a better Man than Sardanapalus, or Nero. But, when others are snoring, what is He doing?"
He rends his Hairs
And what doth he say himself?
Scarce
