Under Every Stone Lurks A Politician.

An Insult Directed At The Wicked Is Not To Be Censured; On The Contrary, The Honest Man, If He Has Sense, Can Only Applaud.

First Listen, My Friend, And Then You May Shriek And Bluster.

Tis Not For Us To Warn A Wilful Sinner; We Stay Him Not, But Let Him Run His Course, Till By Misfortunes Rous'd, His Conscience Wakes, And Prompts Him To Appease Th' Offended Gods.

This Is What Extremely Grieves Us, That A Man Who Never Fought Should Contrive Our Fees To Pilfer, On Who For His Native Land Never To This Day Had Oar, Or Lance, Or Blister In His Hand.

Surely You Do Not Believe In The Gods. What's Your Argument? Where's Your Proof?