Love Is Not Dumb. The Heart Speaks

Thank The Gods! My Misery Exceeds All My Hopes!

A Benefit Cited By Way Of Reproach Is Equivalent To An Injury.

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

My Death, Taking The Light From My Eyes, Gives Back To The Day The Purity Which They Soiled.

He Who Will Travel Far Spares His Steed.