The Crime Of A Mother Is A

And Forever Goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, Can You Imagine How Dreadful This Cruel Word Sounds When One Loves?

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

Flight Is Lawful, When One Flies From Tyrants.

The Faith That Acts Not, Is It Truly Faith?

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