Amidst all our pursuits and designs, let us stop and ask
ourselves, For what end is all this? At what do I aim? Can the gross
and muddy pleasures of sense, or a heap of white and yellow earth,
or the esteem and affection of silly creatures like myself, satisfy a
rational and immortal soul? Have I not tried these things already? Will
they have a higher relish, and yield me more contentment tomorrow than
yesterday, or the next year than they did the last? There may be some
little difference betwixt that which I am now pursuing, and that which I
enjoyed before; but sure, my former enjoyments did show as pleasant and
promise as fair, before I attained them; like the rainbow, they looked
very glorious at a distance, but when I approached I found nothing but
emptiness and vapour. O what a poor thing would the life of man be,
if it were capable of no higher enjoyments.
- Henry Scougal (The Life of God in the Soul of Man, Part 3)
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