"A peculiar anthologic maze, an amusing literary chaos, a farrago of quotations, a mere olla podrida of quaintness, a pot pourri of pleasant delites, a florilegium of elegant extracts, a tangled fardel of old-world flowers of thought, a faggot of odd fancies, quips, facetiae, loosely tied" (Holbrook Jackson, Anatomy of Bibliomania) by a "laudator temporis acti," a "praiser of time past" (Horace, Ars Poetica 173).
He used to say that all fortresses could be captured into which only a donkey laden with gold could climb.This could be paraphrased and modified as follows:
omnia castella expugnari posse dicebat in quae modo asellus onustus auro posset ascendere.
Every legislature can be corrupted into which a lobbyist carrying a briefcase full of cash can walk.