No one ever reached the worst of a vice at one leap
The traveller with empty pockets will sing in the thief 's face.
It is a wretched thing to live on the fame of others.
There will he nothing more that posterity can add to our immoral habits; our descendants must have the same desires and act the same follies as their sires. Every vice has reached its zenith.
There is no reliance to be placed on appearance.
When your armour is on, it is too late to retreat.