Old Tubal Cain Was A Man Of

Of All The Offspring Of Time, Error Is The Most Ancient, And Is So Old And Familiar An Acquaintance, That Truth, When Discovered, Comes Upon Most Of Us Like An Intruder, And Meets The Intruder's Welcome.

Tell Me, Ye Wingèd Winds That Round My Pathway Roar, Know Ye Not Some Spot Where Mortals Weep No More?

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.

Extraordinary Popular Delusions And The Madness Of Crowds

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