No One Becomes Depraved All At Once.

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.

Now We Suffer The Evils Of A Long Peace; Luxury More Cruel Than War Broods Over Us And Avenges A Conquered World.

There Is Nothing Which Power Cannot Believe Of Itself, When It Is Praised As Equal To The Gods.

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

From The Disease Of One The Whole Flock Perishes.