How Good Is God! How Sweet His

She Wavers, She Hesitates; In One Word — She Is A Woman.

I Loved You When You Were Unfaithful; What Would I Have Done If You Were True?

Crime, Like Virtue, Has Its Degrees.

When I'm Carried Away, Isn't It Clear That My Heart Contradicts My Mouth?

Small Crimes Always Precede Great Crimes. Whoever Has Been Able To Transgress The Limits Set By Law May Afterwards Violate The Most Sacred Rights; Crime, Like Virtue, Has Its Degrees, And Never Have We Seen Timid Innocence Pass Suddenly To Extreme Licentiousness.