When our mind meets something that offers nothing for reason or kindness, it rightly sees that thing as beneath itself.
What object soever, our reasonable and sociable faculty doth meet with, that affords nothing either for the satisfaction of reason, or for the practice of charity, she worthily doth think unworthy of herself.
The gods are immortal. For countless ages they have put up with sinners without getting angry. They not only tolerate these people but take care of them, making sure they have what they need. And yet you get so upset that you can't stand people anymore? You who exist for just a moment? You who are one of those sinners yourself? It's ridiculous. A person will excuse the vice and wickedness in himself — which he could actually control — but then try to stop it in others, which is impossible.
Can the Gods, who are immortal, for the continuance of so many ages bear without indignation with such and so many sinners, as have ever been, yea not only so, but also take such care for them, that they want nothing; and dust thou so grievously take on, as one that could bear with them no longer; thou that art but for a moment of time? yea thou that art one of those sinners thyself? A very ridiculous thing it is, that any man should dispense with vice and wickedness in himself, which is in his power to restrain; and should go about to suppress it in others, which is altogether impossible.