<?xml version="1.0"?>
<!DOCTYPE issue SYSTEM "spectator.dtd">
<?xml-stylesheet href="spectator.xsl" type="text/xsl"?>
<?cocoon-process type="xslt"?>
<issue>
<header>
<title>The Spectator</title>
  <number>no. 162</number>
  <date>1711-09-05</date>
  <author>Joseph Addison</author>
  <quotation>--------Servetur ad imum,</quotation>
		<quotation>Qualis ab incaepto processerit, et sibi constet.-Hor.</quotation>
  <translation>Keep one consistent plan from end to end. -- Hor. Ars. Poet.</translation>

  </header>
<text>
<paragraph>
NOTHING that is not real Crime makes a Man appear so contemptible
and little in the Eyes of the World as Inconstancy, especially when
it regards Religion or Party. In either of these Cases, tho' a Man
perhaps does but his Duty in changing his Side, he not only makes
himself hated by those he left, but is seldom heartily esteemed by
those he comes over to.
</paragraph>
<paragraph>
In these great Articles of Life, therefore,
a Man's Conviction ought to be very strong, and if possible so well
timed that worldly Advantages may seem to have no Share in it, or
Mankind will be ill natured enough to think he does not change
Sides out of Principle, but either out of Levity of Temper or
Prospects of Interest. Converts and Renegadoes of all Kinds should
take particular care to let the World see they act upon honourable
Motives; or whatever Approbations they may receive from themselves,
and Applauses from those they converse with, they may be very well
assured that they are the Scorn of all good Men, and the publick
Marks of Infamy and Derision.
</paragraph>
<paragraph>
Irresolution on the Schemes of Life
[which<footnote name="(1)" url="../september_footnotes/footnote162.xml"></footnote>] offer themselves to our Choice, and Inconstancy in
pursuing them, are the greatest and most universal Causes of all
our Disquiet and Unhappiness. When [Ambition<footnote name="(2)" url="../september_footnotes/footnote162.xml"></footnote>] pulls one Way,
Interest another, Inclination a third, and perhaps Reason contrary
to all, a Man is likely to pass his Time but ill who has so many
different Parties to please. When the Mind hovers among such a
Variety of Allurements, one had better settle on a Way of Life that
is not the very best we might have chosen, than grow old without
determining our Choice, and go out of the World as the greatest
Part of Mankind do, before we have resolved how to live in it.
There is but one Method of setting our selves at Rest in this
Particular, and that is by adhering stedfastly to one great End as
the chief and ultimate Aim of all our Pursuits. If we are firmly
resolved to live up to the Dictates of Reason, without any Regard
to Wealth, Reputation, or the like Considerations, any more than as
they fall in with our principal Design, we may go through Life with
Steadiness and Pleasure; but if we act by several broken Views,
arid will not only be virtuous, but wealthy, popular, and every
thing that has a Value set upon it by the World, we shall live and
die in Misery and Repentance.
</paragraph>
<paragraph>
One would take more than ordinary
Care to guard ones self against this particular Imperfection,
because it is that which our Nature very strongly inclines us to;
for if we examine our selves throughly, we shall find that we are
the most changeable Beings in the Universe. In respect of our
Understanding, we often embrace and reject the very same Opinions;
whereas Beings above and beneath us have probably no Opinions at
all, or at least no Wavering and Uncertainties in those they have.
Our Superiors are guided by Intuition, and our Inferiors by
Instinct. In respect of our Wills, we fall into Crimes and recover
out of them, are amiable or odious in the Eyes of our great Judge,
and pass our whole Life in offending and asking Pardon. On the
contrary, the Beings underneath us are not capable of sinning, nor
those above us of repenting. The one is out of the Possibilities of
Duty, and the other fixed in an eternal Course of Sin, or an
eternal Course of Virtue.
</paragraph>
<paragraph>
There is scarce a State of Life, or Stage
in it which does not produce Changes and Revolutions in the Mind of
Man. Our Schemes of Thought in Infancy are lost in those of Youth;
these too take a different Turn in Manhood, till old Age often
leads us back into our former Infancy. A new Title or an unexpected
Success throws us out of ourselves, and in a manner destroys our
Identity. A cloudy Day, or a little Sunshine, have as great an
Influence on many Constitutions, as the most real Blessings or
Misfortunes. A Dream varies our Being, and changes our Condition
while it lasts; and every Passion, not to mention Health and
Sickness, and the greater Alterations in Body and Mind, makes us
appear almost different Creatures. If a Man is so distinguished
among other Beings by this Infirmity, what can we think of such as
make themselves remarkable for it even among their own Species? It
is a very trifling Character to be one of the most variable Beings
of the most variable Kind, especially if we consider that He who is
the great Standard of Perfection has in him no Shadow of Change,
but is the same Yesterday, To-day, and forever.
</paragraph>
<paragraph>
As this Mutability
of Temper and Inconsistency with ourselves is the greatest Weakness
of human Nature, so it makes the Person who is remarkable for it in
a very particular Manner more ridiculous than any other Infirmity
whatsoever, as it sets him in a greater Variety of foolish Lights,
and distinguishes him from himself by an Opposition of
party-coloured Characters. The most humourous Character in <italic>Horace</italic>
is founded upon this Unevenness of Temper and Irregularity of
Conduct.
</paragraph>

<quotation><italic>----------------------------Sardus habebat</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Ille Tigellius hoc: Caesar qui cogere posset</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Si peteret per amicitiam patris, atque suam, non</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Quidquam proficeret: Si collibuisset, ab ovo</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Usque ad mala citaret, Io Bacche, mod&#242; summ&#226;</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Voce, mod&#242; hac resonat quae chordis quatuor ima.</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Nil aequale homini fuit illi: S&#230;pe velut qui</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Currebat fugiens hostem: Persaepe velut qui</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Junonis sacra ferret: Habebat saepe ducentos,</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>S&#230;pe decem servos: Mod&#242; reges atque tetrarchas,</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Omnia magna loquens: Mod&#242; sit mihi mensa tripes, et</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Concha salis puri, et toga, quae defendere frigus,</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Quamvis crassa, queat. Decies centena dedisses</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Huic parco paucis contento, quinque diebus</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Nil erat in loculis. Noctes vigilabat ad ipsum</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Man&#232;: Diem totam stertebat. Nil fuit unquam</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Sic impar sibi</italic> -------Hor. Sat. 3, Lib. I.</quotation>

<paragraph>
Instead of translating this Passage in
<italic>Horace,</italic> I shall entertain my English Reader with the Description of
a Parallel Character, that is wonderfully well finished by Mr.
<italic>Dryden</italic><footnote name="(3)" url="../september_footnotes/footnote162.xml"></footnote> and raised upon the same Foundation.
</paragraph>
<quotation><italic>In the first Rank of these did Zimri stand:</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>A Man so various, that he seem'd to be</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Not one, but all Mankind's Epitome.</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Stiff in Opinions, always in the wrong;</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Was ev'ry thing by Starts, and nothing long;</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>But, in the Course of one revolving Moon,</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Was Chemist, Fidler, Statesman, and Buffoon</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Then all for Women, Painting, Rhiming, Drinking:</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Besides ten thousand Freaks that dy'd in thinking.</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>Blest Madman, who cou'd ev'ry Hour employ,</italic></quotation>
<quotation><italic>With something New to wish, or to enjoy!</italic></quotation>
<paragraph>C.</paragraph>

<paragraph>1. [that]</paragraph>
<paragraph>2. [Honour]</paragraph>
<paragraph>3. In his 'Absalom and Achitophel.' The character of Villiers, Duke of Buckingham.</paragraph>
</text>
</issue>
