Revenge, We Find, The Abject

The Brief Span Of Our Poor Unhappy Life To Its Final Hour Is Hastening On; And While We Drink And Call For Gay Wreaths, Perfumes, And Young Girls, Old Age Creeps Upon Us, Unperceived.

The Itch Of Scribbling.

Now We Suffer The Evils Of A Long Peace; Luxury More Cruel Than War Broods Over Us And Avenges A Conquered World.

Bid The Hungry Greek Go To Heaven, He Will Go. [lat., Graeculus Esuriens In Coelum, Jusseris, Ibit.]

Examples Of Vicious Courses Practiced In A Domestic Circle Corrupt More Readily And More Deeply When We Behold Them In Persons In Authority.