Now We Suffer The Evils Of A

Remote Though Your Farm May Be, It's Something To Be The Lord Of One Green Lizard-and Free.

Who Is To Guard The Guards Themselves?

Whenever Fortune Wishes To Joke, She Lifts People From What Is Humble To The Highest Extremity Of Affairs.

Honesty's Praised, Then Left To Freeze.

Already Long Ago, From When We Sold Our Vote To No Man, The People Have Abdicated Our Duties; For The People Who Once Upon A Time Handed Out Military Command, High Civil Office, Legions — Everything, Now Restrains Itself And Anxiously Hopes For Just Two Things: Bread And Circuses.