and Impatience. The Ideas of such Objects, are always hideous and shocking; and we never entertain them without Indignation and Horror, Spight or Grief; some Resentment not easy to be exprest, which puts us beside our selves, and rends our very Heart asunder. Thus we feel in our own Persons, all that Torment we wish an∣other, and undergo the Punishment we think due to Him. He that hateth, is at this Rate the Patient, and he that is hated, the Agent. Thus it certainly is to all Intents and Purposes; excepting only, that we think sit to express it otherwise, and deceive our selves with Words, and Names of Things; For it is evident to common Sense, that the Haler is in Pain, and the Person beted, in perfect Ease; perhaps too, in perfect Ignorance of the Matter. But after all, let us consider, and examine this Point a little. What is it that we hate? Men? or Things? Be it the one, or the other, 'tis plain we do not pitch upon the right Object. For if any thing in the World deserves to be Hated heartily, it is Ha∣tred it self, and such other Passions, which, like this, breed Discords, and raise Tumults in our Minds, and rebel against that Power, which of Right ought to Command, and bear an absolute Sway in us. For when our Enemies have done all they can, still neither They, nor any Thing else, but such exorhitant Passions as these, can do us any real, and essectual Injury.
For Particular Directions against this Evil. See Bock III. Chap. 32.