Ah, why can't I know if I love, or if I hate?
On the throne, one has many worries; and remorse is the one that weighs the least.
To repair the irreparable ravages of time.
What does it matter if, by chance, a little vile blood be spilled?
The joys of the evil flow away like a torrent.
Small crimes always precede great crimes. Whoever has been able to transgress the limits set by law may afterwards violate the most sacred rights; crime, like virtue, has its degrees, and never have we seen timid innocence pass suddenly to extreme licentiousness.