There Are Many Things Which

The Only Gain From The Friendship Of The Great Is A Fine Dinner.

The Finishing Stroke Of All Sorrow.

When Your Armour Is On, It Is Too Late To Retreat.

Give Up All Hope Of Peace So Long As Your Mother-in-law Is Alive.

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!