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.
There 's a good time coming, boys! A good time coming.
Water is the mother of the vine, the nurse and fountain of fecundity, the adorner and refresher of the world.
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.
Old Tubal Cain was a man of might In the days when earth was young.