An Excess Of Hoarded Wealth

Give Them Bread And Circuses And They Will Never Revolt

Rare Indulgence Produces Greater Pleasure.

Censure Pardons The Ravens But Rebukes The Doves. [the Innocent Are Punished And The Wicked Escape.]

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

The Noiseless Foot Of Tune Steals Swiftly By And Ere We Dream Of Manhood, Age Is Nigh.