He Who Has Far To Ride Spares

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

Great Crimes Come Never Singly; They Are Linked To Sins That Went Before.

The Glory Of My Name Increases My Shame. Less Known By Mortals, I Could Better Escape Their Eyes.

I Have Loved Him Too Much Not To Hate

To Repair The Irreparable Ravages Of Time.