A Woman Is Most Merciless When Shame

Give Them Bread And Circuses And They Will Never Revolt

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.

Censure Pardons The Ravens But Rebukes The Doves. [the Innocent Are Punished And The Wicked Escape.]

Who Is To Guard The Guards Themselves?

There's No Effrontery Like That Of A Woman Caught In The Act; Her Very Guilt Inspires Her With Wrath And Insolence.