When your throat is parched with thirst, do you desire a cup of gold?
What do sad complaints avail if the offense is not cut down by punishment.
Glory drags all men along, low as well as high, bound captive at the wheels of her glittering car.
For everything divine and human, virtue, fame, and honor, now obey the alluring influence of riches.
Unless the vessel be pure, everything which is poured into it will turn sour.
Nos numeros sumus et fruges consumere nati. We are but ciphers, born to consume earth's fruits.