Vice, like virtue, Grows in small steps, and no true innocence Can ever fall at once to deepest guilt.
I will die if I lose you, but I will die if I wait longer.
Behind a veil, unseen yet present, I was the forceful soul that moved this mighty body.
The part I remember best is the beginning.
To save our imperiled honor everything must be sacrificed, even virtue.
The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate.