We Are Too Quick To Imitate Depraved

Those Things Please More, Which Are More Expensive.

Men Who Ape The Saint And Play The Sinner.

Vice Deceives Us When Dressed In The Garb Of Virtue.

But With What Incessant And Grievous Ills Is Old Age Surrounded!

The Smell Of Money Is Good, Come Whence It May. [alluding To Vespasian's Tax On Ordure.]