Conscience, the executioner, shaking her secret scourge.
There are many things which may not be uttered by men in threadbare coats.
Now we suffer the evils of a long peace; luxury more cruel than war broods over us and avenges a conquered world.
Seldom do people discern eloquence under a threadbare cloak
Pleasures are enhanced by a moderate indulgence.
For the gods, instead of what is most pleasing, will give what is most proper. Man is dearer to them than he is to himself.