On the throne, one has many worries; and remorse is the one that weighs the least.

A benefit cited by way of reproach is equivalent to an injury.

Wrinkles on the brow are the imprints of exploits.

I can hear those glances that you think are silent.

Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.

If I could believe that this was said sincerely, I could put up with anything.

I have pushed virtue to outright brutality.