Ainsi Que La Vertu, Le Crime A

I Loved You When You Were Unfaithful; What Would I Have Done If You Were True?

Honor, Without Money, Is A Mere Malady.

Hippolytus Can Feel, And Feels Nothing For Me!

And Forever Goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, Can You Imagine How Dreadful This Cruel Word Sounds When One Loves?

There May Be Guilt When There Is Too Much Virtue.