The Noiseless Foot Of Tune Steals Swiftly

But Who Guards The Guardians?

Indignation Leads To The Making Of Poetry. [lat., Facit Indignatio Versum.]

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

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.

The Greatest Respect Is Owed To A Child.