course. And the world calls them virtuous, whereby they acquire a reputation at which they never aimed."
"It is necessary," argued Discontent, "to cling to reputation. If all pleasures are to be denied to the body and one's energies to be concentrated upon health with a view to the prolongation of life, such life would be itself nothing more than the prolonged illness of a confirmed invalid."
"Happiness," said Complacency, "is to be found in contentment. Too much is always a curse, most of all in wealth.
"The ears of the wealthy man ring with sounds of sweet music. His palate is cloyed with rich meats and wine. In the pursuit of pleasure, business is forgotten. This is confusion.
"He eats and drinks to excess, until his breathing is that of one carrying a heavy load up a hill. This is misery.
"He covets money to surround himself with comforts. He covets power to vanquish rivals. But his quiet hours are darkened by diabetes and dropsy. This is disease.
"Even when, in his desire for wealth, he has piled up an enormous fortune, he still goes on and cannot desist. This is shame.
"Having no use for the money he has collected, he still hugs it to him and cannot bear to part with it. His heart is inflamed, and he ever seeks to add more to the pile. This is unhappiness.
"At home, he dreads the pest of the pilfering
