On The Throne, One Has Many Worries;

To Save Our Imperiled Honor Everything Must Be Sacrificed, Even Virtue.

Ah, Why Can't I Know If I Love, Or If I Hate?

I Am A Man, And Nothing That Concerns A Man Do I Deem A Matter Of Indifference To Me.

Disagreeable Suspicions Are Usually The Fruits Of A Second Marriage.

You Who Love Wild Passions, Flee The Holy Austerity Of My Pleasures. All Here Breathes Of God, Peace And Truth.