I Have Pushed Virtue To Outright Brutality.

All Is Asleep: The Army, The Wind, And Neptune.

The Heart That Can No Longer Love Passionately Must With Fury Hate.

The Crime Of A Mother Is A Heavy Burden.

Too Much Virtue Can Be Criminal.

Behind A Veil, Unseen Yet Present, I Was The Forceful Soul That Moved This Mighty Body.