There Are No Secrets That Time Does

I Have Pushed Virtue To Outright Brutality.

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

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

Wrinkles On The Brow Are The Imprints Of Exploits.

Justice In The Extreme Is Often Unjust.