Make All Fair Allowance For The Mistakes

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.

Seldom Do People Discern Eloquence Under A Threadbare Cloak

The Sweetest Pleasures Soonest Cloy, And Its Best Flavour Temperance Gives To Joy.

All Arts His Own, The Hungry Greekling Counts; And Bid Him Mount The Skies, The Skies He Mounts.

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.