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There's A Lust In Man, No Charm Can Tame, Of Loudly Publishing Our Neighbor's Shame.

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

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.

Rarely They Rise By Virtue's Aid Who Lie Plunged In The Depth Of Helpless Poverty.

Let Him Love None And Be By None Beloved!