The Face Of Tyranny Is Always Mild

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

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

He Who Bridles The Fury Of The Billows Knows Also To Put A Stop To The Secret Plans Of The Wicked. Submitting With Respect To His Holy Will, I Fear God, And Have No Other Fear.

The Joys Of The Evil Flow Away Like A Torrent.

When I'm Carried Away, Isn't It Clear That My Heart Contradicts My Mouth?