Honesty Is Praised And Left In The

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!

Common Sense Among Men Of Fortune Is Rare.

The Smell Of Money Is Good, Come Whence It May. [alluding To Vespasian's Tax On Ordure.]

All Wish To Be Learned, But No One Is Willing To Pay The Price.

Man, Wretched Man, Whene'er He Stoops To Sin, Feels, With The Act, A Strong Remorse Within.