Ainsi Que La Vertu, Le Crime A

Vice, Like Virtue, Grows In Small Steps, And No True Innocence Can Ever Fall At Once To Deepest Guilt.

I Felt For My Crime A Just Terror; I Looked On My Life With Hate, And My Passion With Horror.

Hell, Covering All With Its Gloomy Vapors, Has Cast Shadows On Even The Holiest Eyes.

Flight Is Lawful, When One Flies From Tyrants.

Thank The Gods! My Misery Exceeds All My Hopes!