An undying hatred, and a wound never to be healed.
Led on by impulse, and blind and ungovernable desires.
The arrows are from her dowry.
Already long ago, from when we sold our vote to no man, the People have abdicated our duties; for the People who once upon a time handed out military command, high civil office, legions — everything, now restrains itself and anxiously hopes for just two things: bread and circuses.
Luxury destroys more efficiently than war.
So much greater is our thirst for glory than for virtue.