A benefit cited by way of reproach is equivalent to an injury.
I embrace my rival, but only to strangle him.
I loved you when you were unfaithful; what would I have done if you were true?
Innocence has nothing to dread.
When I'm carried away, isn't it clear that my heart contradicts my mouth?
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled.