The Gods, My Dear Simple Fellow, Are

If A Man Owes Me Money, I Never Seem To Forget. But If I Do The Owing, I Somehow Never Remember.

One Bush, They Say, Can Never Hide Two Thieves.

Quickly, Bring Me A Beaker Of Wine, So That I May Wet My Mind And Say Something Clever.

An Insult Directed At The Wicked Is Not To Be Censured; On The Contrary, The Honest Man, If He Has Sense, Can Only Applaud.

It Should Not Prejudice My Voice That I'm Not Born A Man, If I Say Something Advantageous To The Present Situation. For I'm Taxed Too, And As A Toll Provide Men For The Nation.