I will die if I lose you, but I will die if I wait longer.
You feign guilt in order to justify yourself.
You who love wild passions, flee the holy austerity of my pleasures. All here breathes of God, peace and truth.
He who will travel far spares his steed.
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.
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.