He will be the last to discover the disgrace of his house.
Led on by impulse, and blind and ungovernable desires.
An incurable itch for scribbling takes possession of many, and grows inveterate in their insane breasts.
The love of money grows as the money itself grows.
Avarice increases with the increasing pile of gold.
Dare to do something worthy of transportation and a prison, if you mean to be anybody.