Is A Faith Without Action A Sincere

What Does It Matter If, By Chance, A Little Vile Blood Be Spilled?

It's No Longer A Warmth Hidden In My Veins: It's Venus Entire And Whole Fastening On Her Prey.

When I'm Carried Away, Isn't It Clear That My Heart Contradicts My Mouth?

Me, Rule? Me, Place The State Under My Law, When My Feeble Reason No Longer Rules Even Myself!

On The Throne, One Has Many Worries; And Remorse Is The One That Weighs The Least.