Toss me into what Climate or State you please: For all that I'le keep my Genius¹⁷ in good Humour , that is my own Conscience, if 'tis Good, shall make me Happy; Let me but perform the Duties of a Reasonable Nature, and I'le ask no more. What! Is this Misadventure big enough to ruffle my Mind, and throw her of the Hinges? To make her Mean, Craving, and Servile, and to fright her from the Privileges of her Nature? What is there that can justifie such Disorders, and make satisfaction for them?