I loved you when you were unfaithful; what would I have done if you were true?

To repair the irreparable ravages of time.

She wavers, she hesitates; in one word — she is a woman.

Thank the Gods! My misery exceeds all my hopes!

This innocence begins to weigh me down.

I felt for my crime a just terror; I looked on my life with hate, and my passion with horror.

Love is not dumb. The heart speaks many ways.