"My false god was irrevocably dead, but my Adversary still lived to slaver after my heart."
"Beneath these battlements, within those walls, / Power dwelt amidst her passions..."
“The storms of ruthless dispensation
Have struck my flowery garland numb,
I live in lonely desolation
And wonder when my end will come."
"Have patience. If you bear yourself with nobility and loyalty, then you shall be kneeling at my feet again..."
“And how did the tigress conduct herself in the sheepfold where she was penned?”
"I rarely kill the body, which preserves, / Like a strong prison, the soul within my power, / Wherein I feed it with the breath of fear / For hourly pain."