Great Power Which Incites Great Envy, Hurls

Like Warmed-up Cabbage Served At Each Repast, The Repetition Kills The Wretch At Last.

Now That No One Buys Our Votes, The Public Has Long Since Cast Off Its Cares; For The People That Once Bestowed Commands, Consulships, Legions, And All Else, Now Meddles No More And Longs Eagerly For Just Two Things - Bread And Circuses.

Let The Straight-limbed Laugh At The Club-footed, The White Skinned At The Blackamoor.

The Doings Of Men, Their Prayers, Fear, Wrath, Pleasure, Delights, And Recreations, Are The Subject Of This Book.

Many Commit The Same Crime With A Very Different Result. One Bears A Cross For His Crime; Another A Crown.