Love Is Not Dumb. The Heart Speaks

Love Is Not Dumb. The Heart Speaks Many Ways.

I Felt For My Crime A Just Terror; I Looked On My Life With Hate, And My Passion With Horror.

Small Crimes Always Precede Great Ones. Never Have We Seen Timid Innocence Pass Suddenly To Extreme Licentiousness.

What Does It Matter If, By Chance, A Little Vile Blood Be Spilled?

Ainsi Que La Vertu, Le Crime A Ses Degre S. Crime, Like Virtue, Has Its Degrees.