Flight Is Lawful, When One Flies From

The Joys Of The Evil Flow Away Like A Torrent.

He Who Will Travel Far Spares His Steed.

It's No Longer A Warmth Hidden In My Veins: It's Venus Entire And Whole Fastening On Her Prey.

Me, Rule? Me, Place The State Under My Law, When My Feeble Reason No Longer Rules Even Myself!

The Face Of Tyranny Is Always Mild At First.