Everything in Rome has its price.
The smell of money is good, come whence it may. [Alluding to Vespasian's tax on ordure.]
Dat veniam corvis, vexat censura columbas. - Censure acquits the raven, but pursues the dove.
Death alone discloses how insignificant are the puny bodies of men.
There's no effrontery like that of a woman caught in the act; her very guilt inspires her with wrath and insolence.
The sweetest pleasures soonest cloy, And its best flavour temperance gives to joy.