All Things May Be Bought In Rome

Trust Me No Tortures Which The Poets Feign Can Match The Fierce Unutterable Pain He Feels, Who Night And Day Devoid Of Rest Carries His Own Accuser In His Breast.

Honesty Is Praised And Left In The Cold.

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

Money Lost Is Bewailed With Unfeigned Tears. [lat., Ploratur Lacrimis Amissa Pecunia Veris.]

Revenge Is Always The Weak Pleasure Of A Little And Narrow Mind.