Lost Money Is Bewailed With Deeper Sighs

There Will He Nothing More That Posterity Can Add To Our Immoral Habits; Our Descendants Must Have The Same Desires And Act The Same Follies As Their Sires. Every Vice Has Reached Its Zenith.

No Man Becomes Bad All At Once.

Conscience, The Executioner, Shaking Her Secret Scourge.

I Will It, I Order It, Let My Will Stand For A Reason.

No One Ever Became Thoroughly Bad In One Step.