All Is Asleep: The Army, The Wind,

I Felt For My Crime A Just Terror; I Looked On My Life With Hate, And My Passion With Horror.

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

Do You Think You Can Be Righteous And Holy With Impunity?

Sir, That Much Prudence Calls For Too Much Worry; I Cannot Foresee Misfortunes So Far Away.

Crime, Like Virtue, Has Its Degrees.