Of The Woes Of Unhappy Poverty, None

Fortune Can, For Her Pleasure, Fools Advance, And Toss Them On The Wheels Of Chance.

The People That Once Bestowed Commands, Consulships, Legions, And All Else, Now Concerns Itself No More, And Longs Eagerly For Just Two Things: Bread And Circuses!

The Smell Of Profit Is Clean And Sweet, Whatever The Source.

Whatever Guilt Is Perpetrated By Some Evil Prompting, Is Grievous To The Author Of The Crime. This Is The First Punishment Of Guilt That No One Who Is Guilty Is Acquitted At The Judgment Seat Of His Own Conscience.

There Will He Nothing More That Posterity Can Add To Our Immoral Habits; Our Descendants Must Have The Same Desires And Act The Same Follies As Their Sires. Every Vice Has Reached Its Zenith.