it hereby comes to pass that the Mind grows into an
Indifference to its former Notions, and passes on
after new Discoveries, in hope of repeating the
Delight. It is with Knowledge as with Wealth,
the Pleasure of which lies more in making endless
Additions, than in taking a Review of our old Store.
There are some Inconveniencies that follow this
Temper, if not guarded against, particularly this,
that through a too great Eagerness of something new
we are many times impatient of staying long enough
upon a Question that requires some time to resolve
it, or, which is worse, perswade our selves that
we are Masters of the Subject before we are so, only
to be at the Liberty of going upon a fresh Scent;
in Mr. Lock’s Words, We see a little,
presume a great deal, and so jump to the Conclusion.
’A farther Advantage of our Inclination for Novelty, as at present circumstantiated, is, that it annihilates all the boasted Distinctions among Mankind. Look not up with Envy to those above thee. Sounding Titles, stately Buildings, fine Gardens, gilded Chariots, rich Equipages, what are they? They dazzle every one but the Possessor: To him that is accustomed to them they are cheap and regardless Things: They supply him not with brighter Images, or more sublime Satisfactions than the plain Man may have, whose small Estate will just enable him to support the Charge of a simple unencumbered Life. He enters heedless into his Rooms of State, as you or I do under our poor Sheds. The noble Paintings and costly Furniture are lost on him; he sees them not: As how can it be otherwise, when by Custom, a Fabrick infinitely more grand and finish’d, that of the Universe, stands unobserved by the Inhabitants, and the everlasting Lamps of Heaven are lighted up in vain, for any Notice that Mortals take of them? Thanks to indulgent Nature, which not only placed her Children originally upon a Level, but still, by the Strength of this Principle, in a great Measure preserves it, in spite of all the Care of a Man, to introduce artificial Distinctions.
’To add no more, Is not this Fondness for Novelty, which makes us out of Conceit with all we already have, a convincing Proof of a future State? Either Man was made in vain, or this is not the only World he was made for: For there cannot be a greater Instance of Vanity, than that to which Man is liable, to be deluded from the Cradle to the Grave with fleeting Shadows of Happiness. His Pleasures, and those not considerable neither, die in the Possession, and fresh Enjoyments do not rise fast enough to fill up half his Life with Satisfaction. When I see Persons sick of themselves any longer than they are called away by something that is of Force to chain down the present Thought; when I see them hurry from Country to Town, and then from the Town back again into the Country, continually shifting Postures, and placing Life in all the different Lights they can think of; Surely, say I to my self, Life is vain, and the Man beyond Expression stupid or prejudic’d, who from the Vanity of Life cannot gather, He is designed for Immortality.
[Footnote 1: Meditations, &c, by the Hon. Robert Boyle.]