So Much Greater Is Our Thirst For

A Hairy Body, And Arms Stiff With Bristles, Give Promise Of A Manly Soul.

Vice Can Deceive Under The Guise And Shadow Of Virtue.

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.

Honesty's Praised, Then Left To Freeze.

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.