The Day Is Not Purer Than The

Crime Like Virtue Has Its Degrees; And Timid Innocence Was Never Known To Blossom Suddenly Into Extreme License.

My Only Hope Lies In My Despair.

I Loved You When You Were Unfaithful; What Would I Have Done If You Were True?

There May Be Guilt When There Is Too Much Virtue.

I Am A Man, And Nothing That Concerns A Man Do I Deem A Matter Of Indifference To Me.