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

Pain is unjust, and all the arguments That cannot soothe it only rouse suspicion.

The part I remember best is the beginning.

Me, rule? Me, place the State under my law, when my feeble reason no longer rules even myself!

Flight is lawful, when one flies from tyrants.

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

Justice in the extreme is often unjust.