Non inest remedium adversus sycophantæ morsum.

There is no remedy against slander, it should therefore be borne quietly, and treated with contempt. What, if I have not deserved it? Then it will be the more easily borne. When a Roman patrician was ordered by the Emperor Tiberius to die, his friends in lamenting his doom, dwelt strongly on the injustice of the sentence. That, said he, my friends, is my greatest consolation; ye do not surely wish that I had been guilty.

«Latrantem curatne alta Diana canem ?»

Is the moon disturbed at the barking of a dog? Let them scoff, slander, abuse, wrong, curse and swear, feign and lye, when they have done all, innocency will vindicate itself, and a good conscience is a continual feast.