A man's word Is believed just to the extent of the wealth in his coffers stored.
The traveller with empty pockets will sing in the thief 's face.
Give them bread and circuses and they will never revolt
The itch of scribbling.
Drooping along the ground the vine misses its widowed elm.
Censure pardons the ravens but rebukes the doves. [The innocent are punished and the wicked escape.]