I Have Pushed Virtue To

You Who Love Wild Passions, Flee The Holy Austerity Of My Pleasures. All Here Breathes Of God, Peace And Truth.

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.

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

Too Much Virtue Can Be Criminal.