Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.
It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey.
Crime, like virtue, has its degrees.
Crime like virtue has its degrees; and timid innocence was never known to blossom suddenly into extreme license.
Great crimes come never singly; they are linked To sins that went before.
Sir, that much prudence calls for too much worry; I cannot foresee misfortunes so far away.