Crime like virtue has its degrees; and timid innocence was never known to blossom suddenly into extreme license.
When I'm carried away, isn't it clear that my heart contradicts my mouth?
Have there ever been more submissive slaves? Adoring, even in their irons, the God who punishes them.
Without money honor is merely a disease.
Ah, why can't I know if I love, or if I hate?
Innocence has nothing to dread.