Consider the sluggish child of fortune, see him a prey to the weariness of unappreciated pleasure corroded by the satiety that always follows his exhausting pleasures. See the miser with a gaunt face from his wretched temper and a hardened heart. He is inaccessible to the calls of misery, groaning over the accumulated load of useless treasures which he labored in He collected it at his own expense.
