Thank The Gods! My Misery Exceeds All

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

Often It Is Fatal To Live Too Long.

You Who Love Wild Passions, Flee The Holy Austerity Of My Pleasures. All Here Breathes Of God, Peace And Truth.

And Do You Count For Nothing God Who Fights For Us?

It Is A Maxim Of Old That Among Themselves All Things Are Common To Friends.