So Much Greater Is Our Thirst For

Give Up All Hope Of Peace So Long As Your Mother-in-law Is Alive.

The Brief Span Of Our Poor Unhappy Life To Its Final Hour Is Hastening On; And While We Drink And Call For Gay Wreaths, Perfumes, And Young Girls, Old Age Creeps Upon Us, Unperceived.

No Other Protection Is Wanting, Provided You Are Under The Guidance Of Prudence.

Give Them Bread And Circuses And They Will Never Revolt

Dare To Do Things Worthy Of Imprisonment If You Mean To Be Of Consequence.