Great Crimes Come Never Singly;

Ainsi Que La Vertu, Le Crime A Ses Degre S. Crime, Like Virtue, Has Its Degrees.

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

Honor, Without Money, Is A Mere Malady.

Often It Is Fatal To Live Too Long.

The Glory Of My Name Increases My Shame. Less Known By Mortals, I Could Better Escape Their Eyes.