Vice Can Deceive Under The

No Man Ever Became Very Wicked All At Once.

He Who Wishes To Become Rich Wishes To Become So Immediately.

Now That No One Buys Our Votes, The Public Has Long Since Cast Off Its Cares; For The People That Once Bestowed Commands, Consulships, Legions, And All Else, Now Meddles No More And Longs Eagerly For Just Two Things - Bread And Circuses.

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

Of What Use Are Pedigrees, Or To Be Thought Of Noble Blood, Or The Display Of Family Portraits, O Ponticus?