I felt for my crime a just terror; I looked on my life with hate, and my passion with horror.
How good is God! How sweet his yoke!
A noble heart cannot suspect in others the pettiness and malice that it has never felt.
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled.
Flight is lawful, when one flies from tyrants.
Justice in the extreme is often unjust.