Travelers With Naught Sing In The Robber's

But With What Incessant And Grievous Ills Is Old Age Surrounded!

No Wicked Man Knows Happiness, And Least Of All The Seducer Of Others.

Limits The Romans' Anxieties To Two Things - Bread And Games.

Like Warmed-up Cabbage Served At Each Repast, The Repetition Kills The Wretch At Last.

We Are All Easily Taught To Imitate What Is Base And Depraved. [lat., Dociles Imitandis Turpibus Ac Pravis Omnes Sumus.]