Of The Woes Of Unhappy Poverty, None

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

In Their Palate Alone Is Their Reason Of Existence. [lat., In Solo Vivendi Causa Palata Est.]

Dare To Do Something Worth Of Exile And Prison If You Mean To Be Anybody. Virtue Is Praised And Left To Freeze. [lat., Aude Aliquid Brevibus Gyaris Et Carcere Dignum Si Vis Esse Aliquis. Probitas Laudatur Et Alget.]

Hold It The Greatest Sin To Prefer Existence To Honour, And For The Sake Of Life To Lose The Reasons For Living.

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