From The Disease Of One

What Day Is So Festal It Fails To Reveal Some Theft?

The People That Once Bestowed Commands, Consulships, Legions, And All Else, Now Concerns Itself No More, And Longs Eagerly For Just Two Things: Bread And Circuses!

There's Scarce A Case Comes On But You Shall Find A Woman's At The Bottom. [lat., Nulla Fere Causa Est In Qua Non Femina Litem Moverit.]

Of The Woes Of Unhappy Poverty, None Is More Difficult To Bear Than That It Heaps Men With Ridicule.

Dare To Do Something Worthy Of Transportation And A Prison, If You Mean To Be Anybody.