I Have Pushed Virtue To Outright Brutality.

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

Love Is Not Dumb. The Heart Speaks Many Ways.

Ah, Why Can't I Know If I Love, Or If I Hate?

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.