Who Is To Guard The Guards Themselves?

A Pauper Traveller Will Sing Before A Beggar.

Nobody Ever Became Depraved All At Once. [lat., Nemo Repente Fuit Turpissimus.]

A Third Heir Seldom Profits By Ill-gotten Wealth.

For He, Who Gave This Vast Machine To Roll, Breathed Life In Then, In Us A Reasoning Soul; That Kindred Feelings Might Our State Improve, And Mutual Wants Conduct To Mutual Love.

I Will It, I Order It, Let My Will Stand For A Reason.