Of What Avail Are Pedigrees?

Remorse Is The Fruit Of Crime.

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

For The Gods, Instead Of What Is Most Pleasing, Will Give What Is Most Proper. Man Is Dearer To Them Than He Is To Himself.

The Guilty Are Alarmed And Turn Pale At The Slightest Thunder.

Who'd Bear To Hear The Gracchi Chide Sedition?