One Must Not Try To Trick Misfortune,

Ye Children Of Man! Whose Life Is A Span, Protracted With Sorrow From Day To Day, Naked And Featherless, Feeble And Querulous, Sickly, Calamitous Creatures Of Clay!

To Plunder, To Lie, To Show Your Arse, Are Three Essentials For Climbing High.

There Is No Honest Man! Not One, That Can Resist The Attraction Of Gold!

Shall I Crack Any Of Those Old Jokes, Master, At Which The Audience Never Fail To Laugh?

Mix And Knead Together All The State Business As You Do For Your Sausages. To Win The People, Always Cook Them Some Savory That Pleases Them.