Disagreeable Suspicions Are Usually The Fruits Of

Ainsi Que La Vertu, Le Crime A Ses Degre S. Crime, Like Virtue, Has Its Degrees.

The Joys Of The Evil Flow Away Like A Torrent.

My Death, Taking The Light From My Eyes, Gives Back To The Day The Purity Which They Soiled.

I Have Loved Him Too Much Not To Hate

The Glory Of My Name Increases My Shame. Less Known By Mortals, I Could Better Escape Their Eyes.