On The Throne, One Has

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

Felicity Is In Possession, Happiness In Anticipation.

Behind A Veil, Unseen Yet Present, I Was The Forceful Soul That Moved This Mighty Body.

All Is Asleep: The Army, The Wind, And Neptune.

Crime Like Virtue Has Its Degrees; And Timid Innocence Was Never Known To Blossom Suddenly Into Extreme License.