The Love Of Money Grows

Fortune Can, For Her Pleasure, Fools Advance, And Toss Them On The Wheels Of Chance.

The Dowry, Not The Wife, Is The Object Of Attraction.

Wisdom Triumphs Over Chance.

Already Long Ago, From When We Sold Our Vote To No Man, The People Have Abdicated Our Duties; For The People Who Once Upon A Time Handed Out Military Command, High Civil Office, Legions — Everything, Now Restrains Itself And Anxiously Hopes For Just Two Things: Bread And Circuses.

Yes, Know Thyself: In Great Concerns Or Small, Be This Thy Care, For This, My Friend, Is All.