No One Rejoices More In Revenge Than

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

When Your Armour Is On, It Is Too Late To Retreat.

Everything In Rome Has Its Price.

Such Men As Fortune Raises From A Mean Estate To The Highest Elevation By Way Of A Joke.

Refrain From Doing Ill; For One All Powerful Reason, Lest Our Children Should Copy Our Misdeeds; We Are All Too Prone To Imitate Whatever Is Base And Depraved.