But who guards the guardians?
Like warmed-up cabbage served at each repast, The repetition kills the wretch at last.
Peace visits not the guilty mind.
Integrity is praised, and starves.
Some men make fortunes, but not to enjoy them for, blinded by avarice, they live to make fortunes.
Whenever fortune wishes to joke, she lifts people from what is humble to the highest extremity of affairs.