Wrinkles On The Brow Are The Imprints

Me, Rule? Me, Place The State Under My Law, When My Feeble Reason No Longer Rules Even Myself!

You Feign Guilt In Order To Justify Yourself.

There May Be Guilt When There Is Too Much Virtue.

Hell, Covering All With Its Gloomy Vapors, Has Cast Shadows On Even The Holiest Eyes.

On The Throne, One Has Many Worries; And Remorse Is The One That Weighs The Least.