The Crime Of A Mother Is A

A Tragedy Need Not Have Blood And Death; It's Enough That It All Be Filled With That Majestic Sadness That Is The Pleasure Of Tragedy.

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

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

My Death, Taking The Light From My Eyes, Gives Back To The Day The Purity Which They Soiled.

Some Smaller Crimes Always Precede The Great Crimes.