Bold Knaves Thrive Without One

Satire Among The Romans, But Not Among The Greeks, Was A Bitter Invective Poem.

Welcome, Thou Kind Deceiver! Thou Best Of Thieves; Who, With An Easy Key, Dost Open Life, And, Unperceived By Us, Even Steal Us From Ourselves.

Fool That I Was, Upon My Eagle's Wings I Bore This Wren, Till I Was Tired With Soaring, And Now He Mounts Above Me.

My Hands Are Guilty, But My Heart Is Free.

The Fool Of Nature Stood With Stupid Eyes And Gaping Mouth, That Testified Surprise.