REFLEXION.
EVERY Man has his Poſt Aſſign’d him, and in That Station he is Well, if he can but Think himſelf ſo; and He that cannot keep himſelf Well, when he is Well, may Thank Himſelf: But Men of Curioſity and Levity can never be at Reſt; for let their Preſent State be what it will, it never Pleaſes them. They have a Sickly Uneaſineſs upon them, which Way ſoever they lye, or in what Condition ſoever they are; no Place, no Poſture, no State, either of Life or of Fortune agrees with ‘em, but they run-on, Shifting, and Changing, from One Error, and from One Qualm,to Another; Hankering after Novelties, and Trying New Experiments. We are Naturally given to be Peeping into Forbidden Secrets, and Groping in the Dark after we know not what. We never Think of the Main Bus'neſs of Life, till a Vain Repentance Minds us of it at the Wrong End on't,and then, with the Crab in the Fable, we find that we have been Doing of One thing All this while, when We ſhould have been Doing Another; and Abandoned the Station that God and Nature Allotted us, to our Irreparable Ruine.
Fab. CLXXVI.
A Muſician.
A Man that had a very Courſe Voice, but an Excellent Muſique-Room, would be till Practiſing in that Chamber, for the Advantage of the Eccho. He took ſuch a Conceit upon't,that he muſt needs be ſhewing his Parts upon a Publick Theatre, where he Performed So very ill, that the Auditory Hiſs'd him off the Stage, and threw Stones at him.
The MORAL.
REFLEXION.
