When The Mischief Is Done The Door

Of What Avail Are Pedigrees?

A Pauper Traveller Will Sing Before A Beggar.

Already Long Ago, From When We Sold Our Vote To No Man, The People Have Abdicated Our Duties; For The People Who Once Upon A Time Handed Out Military Command, High Civil Office, Legions — Everything, Now Restrains Itself And Anxiously Hopes For Just Two Things: Bread And Circuses.

Yes, Know Thyself: In Great Concerns Or Small, Be This Thy Care, For This, My Friend, Is All.

Trust To A Plank, Draw Precarious Breath, At Most Seven Inches From The Jaws Of Death.