The Faith That Acts Not, Is It

I Felt For My Crime A Just Terror; I Looked On My Life With Hate, And My Passion With Horror.

Wrinkles On The Brow Are The Imprints Of Exploits.

Crime, Like Virtue, Has Its Degrees.

When Will The Veil Be Lifted That Casts So Black A Night Over The Universe? God Of Israel, Lift At Last The Gloom: For How Long Will You Be Hidden?

Often It Is Fatal To Live Too Long.