Led on by impulse, and blind and ungovernable desires.
It is difficult not to write satire.
Now that no one buys our votes, the public has long since cast off its cares; for the people that once bestowed commands, consulships, legions, and all else, now meddles no more and longs eagerly for just two things - bread and circuses.
The same dish cooked over and over again wears out the irksome life of the teacher.
Remote though your farm may be, It's something to be the lord of one green lizard-and free.
Many suffer from the incurable disease of writing, and it becomes chronic in their sick minds.