Thank The Gods! My Misery

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

It's No Longer A Warmth Hidden In My Veins: It's Venus Entire And Whole Fastening On Her Prey.

I Embrace My Rival, But Only To Strangle Him.

She Wavers, She Hesitates; In One Word — She Is A Woman.

Vice, Like Virtue, Grows In Small Steps, And No True Innocence Can Ever Fall At Once To Deepest Guilt.