Like warmed-up cabbage served at each repast, The repetition kills the wretch at last.
A man's word Is believed just to the extent of the wealth in his coffers stored.
A third heir seldom profits by ill-gotten wealth.
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.
What man have you ever seen who was contented with one crime only?
Nothing is so intolerable as a woman with a long purse.