When The Mischief Is Done The Door

Trust To A Plank, Draw Precarious Breath, At Most Seven Inches From The Jaws Of Death.

Luck Often Raises Vulgarity To A High Position, To Create Mirth For The Beholders.

Two Things Only The People Actually Desire: Bread And Circuses.

A Man's Word Is Believed Just To The Extent Of The Wealth In His Coffers Stored.

Already Long Ago, From When We Sold Our Vote To No Man, The People Have Abdicated Our Duties; For The People Who Once Upon A Time Handed Out Military Command, High Civil Office, Legions — Everything, Now Restrains Itself And Anxiously Hopes For Just Two Things: Bread And Circuses.