And Do You Count For Nothing God

Crime Like Virtue Has Its Degrees; And Timid Innocence Was Never Known To Blossom Suddenly Into Extreme License.

It Is A Maxim Of Old That Among Themselves All Things Are Common To Friends.

You Who Love Wild Passions, Flee The Holy Austerity Of My Pleasures. All Here Breathes Of God, Peace And Truth.

The Joys Of The Evil Flow Away Like A Torrent.

I Will Die If I Lose You, But I Will Die If I Wait Longer.