Wisdom triumphs over chance.
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.
Conscience, the executioner, shaking her secret scourge.
Never does nature say one thing and wisdom another.
A third heir seldom profits by ill-gotten wealth.
This is his first punishment, that by the verdict of his own heart no guilty man is acquitted.