There are in our age a generation of people who are the best of prophets and worst of historians; Daniel and the Revelation are as easy to them as the Ten Commandments and the Lord's Prayer. They pretend exactly to know the time of Christ's actual reign on earth; of the ruin of the Romish antichrist; yea, of the day of judgment itself. But these oracles are struck quite dumb if demanded anything concerning the time past: about the coming of the children of Israel out of Egypt and Babylon, the original increase and ruin of the four monarchies. Of these and the like they can give no more account than the child in the cradle. They are all for things to come, but have gotten (through a great cold of ignorance) such a crick in their neck, they cannot look backward on what was behind them.
Contentment consists not in adding more fuel but in taking away some fire—not in multiplying of wealth but in subtracting men's desires. Worldly riches, like nuts, tear many clothes in getting them; spoil many teeth in cracking them; but fill no belly with eating them, obstructing only the stomach with toughness and filling the guts with windiness. Yea, our souls may sooner surfeit than be satisfied with earthly things. He that at first thought ten thousand pounds too much for any one man will afterward think ten millions too little for himself.