Pain is unjust, and all the arguments That cannot soothe it only rouse suspicion.
According as the man is, so must you humour him.
I felt for my crime a just terror; I looked on my life with hate, and my passion with horror.
By dying I wanted to maintain my honor, and hide a flame so black from the daylight!
I will die if I lose you, but I will die if I wait longer.
The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes.