Such Men As Fortune Raises From A

The Smell Of Money Is Good, Come Whence It May. [alluding To Vespasian's Tax On Ordure.]

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

No Man Ever Became Very Wicked All At Once.

They Do Not Easily Rise Whose Abilities Are Repressed By Poverty At Home. [lat., Haud Facile Emergunt Quorum Virtutibus Obstat Res Angusta Domi.]

No One Ever Reached The Worst Of A Vice At One Leap