Foxes Are All Tail, And Women All

People Who Make No Noise Are Dangerous.

To Hell With Pleasure That's Haunted By Fear.

One Returns To The Place One Came From.

There Is No Road Of Flowers Leading To Glory.

O Tyrant Love, When Held By You, We May To Prudence Bid Adieu. [fr., Amour! Amour! Quand Tu Nous Tiens On Peut Bien Dire, Adieu, Prudence.]