It Is A Wretched Thing To Live

Man, Wretched Man, Whene'er He Stoops To Sin, Feels, With The Act, A Strong Remorse Within.

Give Up All Hope Of Peace So Long As Your Mother-in-law Is Alive.

Vice Deceives Us When Dressed In The Garb Of Virtue.

It Is Difficult Not To Write Satire.

Conscience, The Executioner, Shaking Her Secret Scourge.