Charles Mackay

Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while read 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.

Aid the dawning, tongue and pen:
Aid it, hopes of honest men!

Aid the dawning, tongue and pen:
Aid it, hopes of honest men!

Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam,
Where the shrill winds whistle free.

Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam,
Where the shrill winds whistle free.

Water is the mother of the vine,
The nurse and fountain of fecundity,
The adorner and refresher read more

Water is the mother of the vine,
The nurse and fountain of fecundity,
The adorner and refresher of the world.

Cleon hath ten thousand acres,--
Ne'er a one have I;
Cleon dwelleth in a place,--
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Cleon hath ten thousand acres,--
Ne'er a one have I;
Cleon dwelleth in a place,--
In a cottage I.