I, answering in the end, began: 'Alas, how many yearning thoughts, what great desire, have lead them through such sorrow to their fate?
No sadness is greater than in misery to rehearse memories of joy.
The mouse had fallen in with evil cats.
These dwell among the blackest souls,loaded down deep by sins of differing types.If you sink far enough,you'll see them all.
No sorrow is deeper than the remembrance of happiness when in misery.
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!