Give Them Bread And Circuses And They

For He, Who Gave This Vast Machine To Roll, Breathed Life In Then, In Us A Reasoning Soul; That Kindred Feelings Might Our State Improve, And Mutual Wants Conduct To Mutual Love.

No One Ever Reached The Worst Of A Vice At One Leap

Avarice Increases With The Increasing Pile Of Gold.

Who'd Bear To Hear The Gracchi Chide Sedition?

Autumn Is The Harvest Of Greedy Death.