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The MORAL.
THere is a Proverb that saith, Nature is never Content: Nor will it be satis∣fied, give it never so much: And he whose Nature is such, is continually pester'd with Ambition; which (saith Seneca) hath this Vice, Non respicit; Not to look back. Now, the Ambitious Man cannot be Courted to Consider, What he was; that he takes another's Place; and that, he knows not how soon some One or Other may justle him out: All he Ruminates on, is; Honour, Wealth, Authority, Glory, and a Thousand Extravagancies; These are the Nests he looks up after, and crawls up on other Mens Shoulders too, till his Ambition is too Heavy for its Supporters, which sinks, and slips from under him, whilst he tumbles Headlong down the Precipice of Despair. In fine, 'tis a Vice, restless and Vexations, and hath no Bounds. Present to the Ambiti∣ous Soul, the Sight of Children catching frothy Bladders in the Air, he will Laugh at you, when at the same time his Actions are far more Ridiculous in the Eyes of all Wise Men.