First Listen, My Friend, And

To Plunder, To Lie, To Show Your Arse, Are Three Essentials For Climbing High.

A Man Should Be Able To Stand Up Under Any Disaster For His Country's Good.

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.

Weak Mortals, Chained To The Earth, Creatures Of Clay As Frail As The Foliage Of The Woods, You Unfortunate Race, Whose Life Is But Darkness, As Unreal As A Shadow, The Illusion Of A Dream.

One Bush, They Say, Can Never Hide Two Thieves.