To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?

Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ?

Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?

Unhappiness was my god.

I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.