Sun, I Come To See You For

What Does It Matter If, By Chance, A Little Vile Blood Be Spilled?

By Dying I Wanted To Maintain My Honor, And Hide A Flame So Black From The Daylight!

Can A Faith That Does Nothing Be Called Sincere?

Ainsi Que La Vertu, Le Crime A Ses Degre S. Crime, Like Virtue, Has Its Degrees.

Have There Ever Been More Submissive Slaves? Adoring, Even In Their Irons, The God Who Punishes Them.