Complete. Number LXX. of “Microcosmography.”

A RASH man is a man too quick for himself; one whose actions put a leg still before his judgment, and outrun it. Every hot fancy or passion is the signal that sets him forward, and his reason comes still in the rear. One that has brain enough, but not patience to digest a business, and stay the leisure of a second thought. All deliberation is to him a kind of sloth and freezing of action, and it shall burn him rather than take cold. He is always resolved at first thinking, and the ground he goes upon is, “hap what may.” Thus he enters not, but throws himself violently upon all things, and for the most part is as violently upon all off again; and as an obstinate “I will” was the preface to his undertaking, so his conclusion is commonly “I would I had not”; for such men seldom do anything that they are not forced to take in pieces again, and are so much furder off from doing it, as they have done already. His friends are with him as his physician, sought to only in his sickness and extremity and to help him out of that mire he has plunged himself into; for in the suddenness of his passions he would hear nothing, and now his ill success has allayed him he hears too late. He is a man still swayed with the first reports, and no man more in the power of a pick-thank than he. He is one will fight first, and then expostulate; condemn first, and then examine. He looses his friend in a fit of quarreling, and in a fit of kindness undoes himself; and then curses the occasion drew this mischief upon him, and cries God mercy for it, and curses again. His repentance is merely a rage against himself, and he does something in itself to be repented again. He is a man whom fortune must go against much to make him happy, for had he been suffered his own way he had been undone.