Revenge Is Always The Weak Pleasure Of

The Brief Span Of Our Poor Unhappy Life To Its Final Hour Is Hastening On; And While We Drink And Call For Gay Wreaths, Perfumes, And Young Girls, Old Age Creeps Upon Us, Unperceived.

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

The Dowry, Not The Wife, Is The Object Of Attraction.

It Is But The Weak And Little Mind That Rejoices In Revenge

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!