'Love,' says my Lord Rochefaucault, 'is commonly succeeded by
ambition; but ambition is hardly ever succeeded by love.' That
passion, when once it has got entire possession of the breast, will
admit neither a rival nor a successor. To those who have been
accustomed to the possession, or even to the hope of public
admiration, all other pleasures sicken and decay. Of all the discarded
statesmen who for their own ease have studied to get the better of
ambition, and to despise those honours which they could no longer
arrive at, how few have been able to succeed? The greater part have
spent their time in the most listless and insipid indolence, chagrined
at the thoughts of their own insignificancy, incapable of being
interested in the occupations of private life, without enjoyment
except when they talked of their former greatness, and without
satisfaction except when they were employed in some vain project to
recover it. Are you in earnest resolved never to barter your liberty
for the lordly servitude of a court, but to live free, fearless, and
independent? There seems to be one way to continue in that virtuous
resolution; and perhaps but one. Never enter the place from whence so
few have been able to return; never come within the circle of
ambition; nor ever bring yourself into comparison with those masters
of the earth who have already engrossed the attention of half mankind
before you.
Of such mighty importance does it appear to be, in the imaginations
{55} of men, to stand in that situation which sets them most in the
view of general sympathy and attention. And thus, place, that great
object which divides the wives of aldermen, is the end of half the
labours of human life; and is the cause of all the tumult and bustle,
all the rapine and injustice, which avarice and ambition have
introduced into this world. People of sense, it is said, indeed
despise place; that is, they despise sitting at the head of the table,
and are indifferent who it is that is pointed out to the company by
that frivolous circumstance, which the smallest **advantage is capable
of overbalancing. But rank, distinction, pre-eminence, no man
despises, unless he is either raised very much above, or sunk very
much below, the ordinary standard of human nature; unless he is either
so confirmed in wisdom and real philosophy, as to be satisfied that,
while the propriety of his conduct renders him the just object of
approbation, it is of little consequence though he be neither attended
to, nor approved of; or so habituated to the idea of his own meanness,
so sunk in slothful and sottish indifference, as entirely to have
forgot the desire and almost the very wish for superiority over his
fellows.
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