When I'm carried away, isn't it clear that my heart contradicts my mouth?
Love is not a fire to be shut up in a soul. Everything betrays us: voice, silence, eyes; half-covered fires burn all the brighter.
The day is not purer than the depths of my heart.
Flight is lawful, when one flies from tyrants.
I have pushed virtue to outright brutality.
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.