Here we all live in a state of ambitious poverty.
If you are capable of submitting to insult you ought to be insulted.
The guilty are alarmed and turn pale at the slightest thunder.
To have slaved so many years for nothing!
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.
Drooping along the ground the vine misses its widowed elm.