A Fox Is Subtlety Itself.

Full Of Wiles, Full Of Guile, At All Times, In All Ways, Are The Children Of Men.

No Man Is Really Honest; None Of Us Is Above The Influence Of Gain.

Ah! The Generals! They Are Numerous, But Not Good For Much!

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.

There's No Art Where There's No Fee.