Maxioms by Juvenal (decimus Junius Juvenal)
And there's a lust in man no charm can tame
Of loudly publishing our neighbour's shame;
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And there's a lust in man no charm can tame
Of loudly publishing our neighbour's shame;
On eagles' wings immortal scandals fly,
While virtuous actions are but borne to die.
Satire is what closes Saturday night.
Satire is what closes Saturday night.
Man, wretched man, whene'er he stoops to sin,
Feels, with the act, a strong remorse within.
Man, wretched man, whene'er he stoops to sin,
Feels, with the act, a strong remorse within.
Common sense among men of fortune is rare.
[Lat., Rarus enim ferme sunsus communis in illa
Fortuna.]
Common sense among men of fortune is rare.
[Lat., Rarus enim ferme sunsus communis in illa
Fortuna.]
In their palate alone is their reason of existence.
[Lat., In solo vivendi causa palata est.]
In their palate alone is their reason of existence.
[Lat., In solo vivendi causa palata est.]
