The People You Killed Seem To Be

How Sweet To Die After One's Enemies.

All Evils Are Equal When They Are Extreme. [fr., Et Tous Maux Sont Pareils Alors Qu'ils Sont Extremes.]

Oh Rage! Oh Despair! Oh Age, My Enemy!

One Often Calms One's Grief By Recounting It.

Alas, I Emerge From One Disaster To Fall Into A Worse.