I Will It, I Order It, Let

The Smell Of Money Is Good, Come Whence It May. [alluding To Vespasian's Tax On Ordure.]

Fortune Can, For Her Pleasure, Fools Advance, And Toss Them On The Wheels Of Chance.

What Day Is So Festal It Fails To Reveal Some Theft?

If You Are Capable Of Submitting To Insult You Ought To Be Insulted.

One Gets A Cross For His Crime, The Other A Crown.