O My Soul are you ever to be rightly Good, Uncompounded, and Uniform, Unmask'd, and made more Visible to your self than the Body that hangs about you? Are you ever likely to Relish Good Nature, and General Kindness, as you ought? Will you ever be fully satisfied, get above Want, and Wishing, and never desire to fetch your pleasure out of any Thing Foreign, either Living, or Inanimate ? Not desiring I say, either Time for longer Enjoyment, nor Place for Elbow-room, nor Climate for good Air, nor the Musick of good Company? Can you abstract your self thus from the World, and take your leave of all Mortals, and be contented with your present Condition, let it be what it will? And be persuaded that you are fully furnish'd, that all things will do well with you ; for the Gods are at the Head of the Administration; And they will approve of nothing but what is for the best, and tends to the Security and Advantage of that Good, Righteous, Beautiful, and Perfect Animal , ¹ which Generates, and supports all Things, and keeps those Things which Decay from running out of Compass, that other resembling Beings may be made out of them? In a word, Are you ever likely to be so happily qualified , as to Converse with the Gods, and Men in such a manner, as neither to complain of them, nor be condemned by them?