It is a wretched thing to live on the fame of others.
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.
No one ever reached the worst of a vice at one leap
But who guards the guardians?
Men who only live to eat.
One man meets an infamous punishment for that crime which confers a diadem on others.