But who guards the guardians?
They whose sole bliss is eating can give but that one brutish reason why they live.
A hairy body, and arms stiff with bristles, give promise of a manly soul.
Censure pardons the ravens but rebukes the doves. [The innocent are punished and the wicked escape.]
A man who has nothing can whistle in a robber's face.
But with what incessant and grievous ills is old age surrounded!