He Who Laughs On Friday Will Weep

He Who Laughs On Friday Will Weep On Sunday.

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

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

Pain Is Unjust, And All The Arguments That Cannot Soothe It Only Rouse Suspicion.

Innocence Has Nothing To Dread.