There Are No Secrets That Time Does

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

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

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

According As The Man Is, So Must You Humour Him.

A Noble Heart Cannot Suspect In Others The Pettiness And Malice That It Has Never Felt.