This shews us the Vanity of Impracticable Propositions, and that there
is no Measure to be taken of an Unsteddy Mind. There’s no Quieting of
Unsettled Affections; no satisfying of Unbounded Desires; no possibility
in Short, of either Fixing or Pleasing them. Let a Man but say what he
would have, When, and how Much, or how Little and the Moon’s Taylor may
take Measure of him; but to be Longing, for this thing to Day, and for
that thing to Morrow; to Change Likings for Loathings, and to stand
Wishing and Hankering at a venture, how is it possible for any Man to be
at Rest in this Fluctuant Wandring Humor and Opinion? There’s no fitting
of a Gown to a Body that’s of one Size when you take Measure of it, and
of another when you come to put it on. ’Tis the very same Case with a
Heart that is not True to it self. And upon the whole Matter, Men of this
Levity are Condemn’d to the Misery of Living and Dying Uneasie.