If Happy I And Wretched He, Perhaps

Three Causes Especially Have Excited The Discontent Of Mankind; And, By Impelling Us To Seek Remedies For The Irremediable, Have Bewildered Us In A Maze Of Madness And Error. These Are Death, Toil, And The Ignorance Of The Future.

Some Love To Roam O'er The Dark Sea's Foam, Where The Shrill Winds Whistle Free.

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.

Men, It Has Been Well Said, Think In Herds; It Will Be Seen That They Go Mad In Herds, While They Only Recover Their Senses Slowly, And One By One.

Money, Again, Has Often Been A Cause Of The Delusion Of The Multitudes. Sober Nations Have All At Once Become Desperate Gamblers, And Risked Almost Their Existence Upon The Turn Of A Piece Of Paper.