Vice, like virtue, Grows in small steps, and no true innocence Can ever fall at once to deepest guilt.
Ah, why can't I know if I love, or if I hate?
When I'm carried away, isn't it clear that my heart contradicts my mouth?
Great crimes come never singly; they are linked To sins that went before.
He who bridles the fury of the billows knows also to put a stop to the secret plans of the wicked. Submitting with respect to His holy will, I fear God, and have no other fear.
It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey.