I felt for my crime a just terror; I looked on my life with hate, and my passion with horror.
A noble heart cannot suspect in others the pettiness and malice that it has never felt.
The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes.
Sun, I come to see you for the last time.
I have loved him too much not to hate
The face of tyranny Is always mild at first.