When I'm carried away, isn't it clear that my heart contradicts my mouth?
My only hope lies in my despair.
I felt for my crime a just terror; I looked on my life with hate, and my passion with horror.
I loved you when you were unfaithful; what would I have done if you were true?
Love is not dumb. The heart speaks many ways.
What does it matter if, by chance, a little vile blood be spilled?