They Whose Sole Bliss Is Eating Can

Few Tyrants Go Down To The Infernal Regions By A Natural Death.

Common Sense Among Men Of Fortune Is Rare.

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.

Man, Wretched Man, Whene'er He Stoops To Sin, Feels, With The Act, A Strong Remorse Within.

When The Mischief Is Done The Door Is Shut.