Many Commit The Same Crimes With A

Conscience, The Executioner, Shaking Her Secret Scourge.

Man, Wretched Man, Whene'er He Stoops To Sin, Feels, With The Act, A Strong Remorse Within.

Now That No One Buys Our Votes, The Public Has Long Since Cast Off Its Cares; For The People That Once Bestowed Commands, Consulships, Legions, And All Else, Now Meddles No More And Longs Eagerly For Just Two Things - Bread And Circuses.

Nature And Wisdom Always Say The Same.

Many Individuals Have, Like Uncut Diamonds, Shining Qualities Beneath A Rough Exterior.