Hell, Covering All With Its Gloomy Vapors,

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

Sun, I Come To See You For The Last Time.

Hippolytus Can Feel, And Feels Nothing For Me!

Is A Faith Without Action A Sincere Faith?

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