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.