In Their Palate Alone Is Their Reason

Like Warmed-up Cabbage Served At Each Repast, The Repetition Kills The Wretch At Last.

Quis Custodiet Ipsos Custodes? - Who Will Watch The Watchers?

To Eat Off Another Man's Plate. [to Live An Another's Expense.]

Let Me Moderate Our Sorrows. The Grief Of A Man Should Not Exceed Proper Bounds, But Be In Proportion To The Blow He Has Received. [lat., Ponamus Nimios Gemitus: Flagrantior Aequo Non Debet Dolor Esse Viri, Nec Vulnere Major.]

Seldom Do People Discern Eloquence Under A Threadbare Cloak