Is this thing really worth it? Is it worth letting my soul suffer and become worse than it was? Worth becoming dejected, confused, or afraid? What could possibly be so important that you would value it this much?
Is this then a thing of that worth, that for it my soul should suffer, and become worse than it was? as either basely dejected, or disordinately affected, or confounded within itself, or terrified? What can there be, that thou shouldest so much esteem?
Take me and throw me wherever you want: it makes no difference to me. Wherever I land, I will still have my spirit within me working in my favor. My spirit finds peace and satisfaction both in staying steady and in doing the particular things that fit my nature.
Take me and throw me where thou wilt: I am indifferent. For there also I shall have that spirit which is within me propitious; that is well pleased and fully contented both in that constant disposition, and with those particular actions, which to its own proper constitution are suitable and agreeable.