Limits The Romans' Anxieties To Two Things

I Will It, I Order It, Let My Will Stand For A Reason.

An Undying Hatred, And A Wound Never To Be Healed.

Quis Costodiet Ipsos Custodies? (who Will Watch The Watchers?)

Vice Can Deceive Under The Guise And Shadow Of Virtue.

The Noiseless Foot Of Tune Steals Swiftly By And Ere We Dream Of Manhood, Age Is Nigh.