Everything In Rome Has Its Price.

An Undying Hatred, And A Wound Never To Be Healed.

The Act Of God Injures No One.

What Day Is So Festal It Fails To Reveal Some Theft?

Man, Wretched Man, Whene'er He Stoops To Sin, Feels, With The Act, A Strong Remorse Within.

Of What Avail Are Pedigrees?