The mob is the mother of tyrants.
Chilo advised, "not to speak evil of the dead."
I am called a dog because I fawn on those who give me anything, I yelp at those who refuse, and I set my teeth in rascals.
By worrying as little as possible about fame.
Aren't you ashamed, you who walk backward along the whole path of existence, and blame me for walking backward along the path of the promenade?
All things are in common among friends.