On the throne, one has many worries; and remorse is the one that weighs the least.
The joys of the evil flow away like a torrent.
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.
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.
Great crimes come never singly; they are linked To sins that went before.
It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey.