I Know You Even Under

Thou Art Moist And Soft Clay; Thou Must Instantly Be Shaped By The Glowing Wheel. [lat., Udum Et Molle Lutum Es: Nunc, Nunc Properandus Et Acri Fingendus Sine Fine Rota.]

Things Fit Only To Give Weight To Smoke.

Is Any Man Free Except The One Who Can Pass His Life As He Pleases?

Each Man Has His Own Desires; All Do Not Possess The Same Inclinations.

You Follow Words Of The Toga (language Of The Cultivated Class). [lat., Verba Togae Sequeris.]