For my part, I have that worse custom, that if my slipper go awry, I let my shirt and my cloak do so too; I scorn to mend myself by halves.

When I am in a bad plight, I fasten upon the mischief; I abandon myself through despair; I let myself go towards the precipice, and, as they say, “throw the helve after the hatchet”; I am obstinate in growing worse, and think myself no longer worth my own care; I am either well or ill throughout.  ’T is a favour to me, that the desolation of this kingdom falls out in the desolation of my age:  I better suffer that my ill be multiplied, than if my well had been disturbed.—­[That, being ill, I should grow worse, than that, being well, I should grow ill.]—­The words I utter in mishap are words of anger:  my courage sets up its bristles, instead of letting them down; and, contrary to others, I am more devout in good than in evil fortune, according to the precept of Xenophon, if not according to his reason; and am more ready to turn up my eyes to heaven to return thanks, than to crave.  I am more solicitous to improve my health, when I am well, than to restore it when I am sick; prosperities are the same discipline and instruction to me that adversities and rods are to others.  As if good fortune were a thing inconsistent with good conscience, men never grow good but in evil fortune.  Good fortune is to me a singular spur to modesty and moderation:  an entreaty wins, a threat checks me; favour makes me bend, fear stiffens me.

Amongst human conditions this is common enough:  to be better pleased with foreign things than with our own, and to love innovation and change: 

              “Ipsa dies ideo nos grato perluit haustu,
               Quod permutatis hora recurrit equis:” 

["The light of day itself shines more pleasantly upon us because it
changes its horses every hour.”  Spoke of a water hour-glass,
adds Cotton.]

I have my share.  Those who follow the other extreme, of being quite satisfied and pleased with and in themselves, of valuing what they have above all the rest, and of concluding no beauty can be greater than what they see, if they are not wiser than we, are really more happy; I do not envy their wisdom, but their good fortune.

This greedy humour of new and unknown things helps to nourish in me the desire of travel; but a great many more circumstances contribute to it; I am very willing to quit the government of my house.  There is, I confess, a kind of convenience in commanding, though it were but in a barn, and in being obeyed by one’s people; but ’tis too uniform and languid a pleasure, and is, moreover, of necessity mixed with a thousand vexatious thoughts:  one while the poverty and the oppression of your tenants:  another, quarrels amongst neighbours:  another, the trespasses they make upon you afflict you;

                   “Aut verberatae grandine vineae,
                    Fundusque mendax, arbore nunc aquas
                    Culpante, nunc torrentia agros
                    Sidera, nunc hyemes iniquas.”