The Traveller With Empty Pockets Will Sing

Many Suffer From The Incurable Disease Of Writing, And It Becomes Chronic In Their Sick Minds.

Of What Use Are Pedigrees, Or To Be Thought Of Noble Blood, Or The Display Of Family Portraits, O Ponticus?

No Man Ever Became Very Wicked All At Once.

Everything In Rome Has Its Price.

Dare To Do Something Worthy Of Transportation And A Prison, If You Mean To Be Anybody.