Try to be forgotten. Go live in the country. Stay in mourning for two years, then remarry, but choose somebody decent.
Alexander PushkinI loved you: and, it may be, from my soul The former love has never gone away, But let it not recall to you my dole; I wish not sadden you in any way. I loved you silently, without hope, fully, In diffidence, in jealousy, in pain; I loved you so tenderly and truly, As let you else be loved by any man.
Alexander Pushkin