If Happy I And Wretched He, Perhaps

Every Age Has Its Peculiar Folly: Some Scheme, Project, Or Fantasy Into Which It Plunges, Spurred On By The Love Of Gain, The Necessity Of Excitement, Or The Force Of Imitation.

There Is Scarcely An Occurrence In Nature Which, Happening At A Certain Time, Is Not Looked Upon By Some Persons As A Prognosticator Either Of Good Or Evil. The Latter Are In The Greatest Number, So Much More Ingenious Are We In Tormenting Ourselves Than In Discovering Reasons For Enjoyment In The Things That Surround Us.

Men Of Thought And Men Of Action, Clear The Way!

Aid The Dawning, Tongue And Pen; Aid It, Hopes Of Honest Men!

But The Sunshine Aye Shall Light The Sky, As Round And Round We Run; And The Truth Shall Ever Come Uppermost, And Justice Shall Be Done.