There 's A Good Time

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.

The King Can Drink The Best Of Wine -so Can I;and Has Enough When He Would Dine -so Have I;and Can Not Order Rain Or Shine -nor Can I.then Where's The Difference - Let Me See -betwixt My Lord The King And Me?

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

In Reading The History Of Nations, We Find That, Like Individuals, They Have Their Whims And Their Peculiarities, Their Seasons Of Excitement And Recklessness, When They Care Not What They Do. We Find That Whole Communities Suddenly Fix Their Minds Upon One Object And Go Mad In Its Pursuit; That Millions Of People Become Simultaneously Impressed With One Delusion, And Run After It, Till Their Attention Is Caught By Some New Folly More Captivating Than The First.

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.