Part IL The Living. Temple 203 This one Engine moves. the World, and keeps all Men bufy. Every one foon finds his preìent State not perfect- ly good, and hopes fume way to make it better ; otherwife, the World were a-dull Scene. Endeavour would lan- guith, or rather be none at all : For . there were no room left for Defign, or a rational Enterprizing of any thing, but a lazy, unconcern'd Trifling, with-: out care whichEnd goes forward, and: with an utter Indifferency, whether to. ífir, or fit foil. Men arenot, in their other Defigns, without Hope ; but their Hope is plac'd upon things of no value, and when, they have gain'd- the next thing they hoped for, and purfu'd, they are as far ffill, as theywere, fromwhat they meant that for. They have obtain'd their nearer End, but therein miflook their Way, which they defign'd by . it, . to theirfurther End. When they have attain'd to be Rich, yet they are not Happy; perhaps math further from it thanbefore. When they have prey'd upon thePleafure they had in chafe, they are ítill unfatisfy'd it may be, guilty Refleaions turn it all to Gall and Wormwood. Many fuch Difap- pointments
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