Do Not Pluck The Beard Of A

Fortune Can, For Her Pleasure, Fools Advance, And Toss Them On The Wheels Of Chance.

The Tongue Is The Vile Slave's Vilest Part.

Already Long Ago, From When We Sold Our Vote To No Man, The People Have Abdicated Our Duties; For The People Who Once Upon A Time Handed Out Military Command, High Civil Office, Legions — Everything, Now Restrains Itself And Anxiously Hopes For Just Two Things: Bread And Circuses.

No One Every Suddenly Became Depraved.

No Other Protection Is Wanting, Provided You Are Under The Guidance Of Prudence.