Rarely they rise by virtue's aid who lie plunged in the depth of helpless poverty.
Where have you ever found that man who stopped short after the perpetration of a single crime?
Who is to guard the guards themselves?
Vice can deceive under the guise and shadow of virtue.
Remote though your farm may be, It's something to be the lord of one green lizard-and free.
To keep up as good a cuisine as your father.