But With What Incessant And Grievous Ills

Men Who Ape The Saint And Play The Sinner.

It Is Sheer Madness To Live In Want In Order To Be Wealthy When You Die.

A Third Heir Seldom Profits By Ill-gotten Wealth.

Give Them Bread And Circuses And They Will Never Revolt

Trust Me No Tortures Which The Poets Feign Can Match The Fierce Unutterable Pain He Feels, Who Night And Day Devoid Of Rest Carries His Own Accuser In His Breast.