The Traveller With Empty Pockets Will Sing

Rare Indulgence Produces Greater Pleasure.

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.

The People That Once Bestowed Commands, Consulships, Legions, And All Else, Now Concerns Itself No More, And Longs Eagerly For Just Two Things: Bread And Circuses!

No One Every Suddenly Became Depraved.

But With What Incessant And Grievous Ills Is Old Age Surrounded!