Great Crimes Come Never Singly; They Are

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

The Day Is Not Purer Than The Depths Of My Heart.

It's No Longer A Warmth Hidden In My Veins: It's Venus Entire And Whole Fastening On Her Prey.

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

It Is A Maxim Of Old That Among Themselves All Things Are Common To Friends.