AS fast as this Coach goes, I sit in it so much at Ease, that whilst its rapid Motion makes others suspect that I am running for a VVager, this lazy Posture, and this soft Seat, do almost as much invite me to Rest, as if I were A-bed. The hasty VVheels strike fire out of the Flints they happen to run over, and yet this self-same swiftness of these VVheels, which, were I under them, would make them Crush my Bones themselves into Splinters, if not into a Jelly, now I am seated over them, and above their reach, serves but to carry me the faster towards my Journey’s end. Just so it is with outward Accidents, and Conditions, whose restless Vicissitudes but too justly and too fitly resemble them to VVheels: VVhen they meet with a Spirit that lies prostrate on the Ground, and falls Groveling beneath them, they disorder and oppress it: But he, whose high Reason, and exalted Piety, has, by a noble and steddy Contempt of them, plac’d him above them, may enjoy a happy and a setled Quiet, in spight of all these busie Agitations, and be so far from resenting any prejudicial discomposure from these inferiour Revolutions, that all those changes, that are taken for the Giddy turns of Fortune’s VVheel, shall serve to approach him the faster to the blest Mansion he would arrive at.
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