It is a wretched thing to rest upon the fame of others, lest, the supporting pillar being removed, the superstructure should collapse in ruin.

Majestic mighty Wealth is the holiest of our gods.

This is his first punishment, that by the verdict of his own heart no guilty man is acquitted.

Of what avail are pedigrees?

When the mischief is done the door is shut.

But who guards the guardians?

The people that once bestowed commands, consulships, legions, and all else, now concerns itself no more, and longs eagerly for just two things: bread and circuses!