This foible has been an unhappy clog to all his fortunes and hindered him from reaching that eminence in the world, which his friends and his abilities might possibly have advanced him to. Nature gave him all the talents in the world for business except industry, which of all others is the most necessary. This is the spring and life and spirit of all preferment and makes a man bustle through all difficulty and foil all opposition. Laziness mires a man in the degree in which he was born and clogs the wheels of the finest qualifications. Fortune may make a lazy fellow great, but he will never make himself so.
Diligence gives wings to ambition by which it soars up to the highest pitch of advancement.
These wings Inamorato wanted, as he did constancy, which is another ingredient to raise a great fortune. To what purpose is it for a man to be always upon the wing, if he only fly backward and forward. He must go right out or else he will never go far. He should fix one certain end in his own thoughts, and towards that all his designs, and all his motions should unalterably tend. But poor Inamorato had too much mercury to fix to one thing.