No One Rejoices More In Revenge Than

Luck Often Raises Vulgarity To A High Position, To Create Mirth For The Beholders.

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

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

Already Long Ago, From When We Sold Our Vote To No Man, The People Have Abdicated Our Duties; For The People Who Once Upon A Time Handed Out Military Command, High Civil Office, Legions — Everything, Now Restrains Itself And Anxiously Hopes For Just Two Things: Bread And Circuses.

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