Numb. 165. Tuesday, October 15, 1751.
Ἦν νέος ἀλλὰ πένης: νῦν γηρῶν πλούσιός εἰμι, |
Antiphilus. |
Young was I once and poor, now rich and old; |
F. Lewis. |
TotheRAMBLER
SIR,
THE writers who have undertaken the unpromising task of moderating desire, exert all the power of their eloquence, to shew that happiness is not the lot of man, and have by many arguments and examples proved the instability of every condition by which envy or ambition are excited. They have set before our eyes all the calamities to which we are exposed from the frailty of nature, the influence of accident, or the stratagems of malice; they have terrified greatness with conspiracies, and riches with anxieties, wit with criticism, and beauty with disease.
All the force of reason, and all the charms of language, are indeed necessary to support positions which every man hears with a wish to confute them. Truth finds an easy entrance into the mind, when she is introduced by desire, and attended by pleasure; but when she intrudes uncalled, and brings only fear and sorrow in her train, the passes of