The Quarrels Of Lovers Are The Renewal

Sir, That Much Prudence Calls For Too Much Worry; I Cannot Foresee Misfortunes So Far Away.

Hippolytus Can Feel, And Feels Nothing For Me!

This Innocence Begins To Weigh Me Down.

By Dying I Wanted To Maintain My Honor, And Hide A Flame So Black From The Daylight!

The Quarrels Of Lovers Are The Renewal Of Love.