The Crime And Not The Scaffold Makes

Love Lives On Hope, And Dies When Hope Is Dead; It Is A Flame Which Sinks For Lack Of Fuel.

I Don't Know How To Defend Myself: Surprised Innocence Cannot Imagine Being Under Suspicion.

These Flattering Mirrors Reflect Imperfectly What Is Within; The Countenance Is Often A Gay Deceiver. What Defects Of Mind Lie Hidden Under Its Beauty! What Fair Exteriors Conceal Base Souls!

Desire Increases When Fulfillment Is Postponed.

As For Our Gods, We Have A Few Too Many To Be True.