Innocence Has Nothing To Dread.

Without Money Honor Is Merely A Disease.

This Innocence Begins To Weigh Me Down.

You Who Love Wild Passions, Flee The Holy Austerity Of My Pleasures. All Here Breathes Of God, Peace And Truth.

Hippolytus Can Feel, And Feels Nothing For Me!

The Face Of Tyranny Is Always Mild At First.