The Crime Of A Mother Is A

I Loved You When You Were Unfaithful; What Would I Have Done If You Were True?

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

He Who Will Travel Far Spares His Steed.

Disagreeable Suspicions Are Usually The Fruits Of A Second Marriage.

Hell, Covering All With Its Gloomy Vapors, Has Cast Shadows On Even The Holiest Eyes.