Justice in the extreme is often unjust.
I loved you when you were unfaithful; what would I have done if you were true?
When will the veil be lifted that casts so black a night over the universe? God of Israel, lift at last the gloom: For how long will you be hidden?
Pain is unjust, and all the arguments That cannot soothe it only rouse suspicion.
I have loved him too much not to hate
The part I remember best is the beginning.