A pauper in the midst of wealth.
Cease to admire the smoke, wealth, and noise of prosperous Rome.
My cares and my inquiries are for decency and truth, and in this I am wholly occupied.
You may drive out nature with a pitchfork, yet she'll be constantly running back.
Capture your reader, let him not depart, from dull beginnings that refuse to start
It is your business when the wall next door catches fire.