The day is not purer than the depths of my heart.
I will die if I lose you, but I will die if I wait longer.
Innocence has nothing to dread.
You who love wild passions, flee the holy austerity of my pleasures. All here breathes of God, peace and truth.
The face of tyranny Is always mild at first.
It is a maxim of old that among themselves all things are common to friends.