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.
To repair the irreparable ravages of time.
The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes.
On the throne, one has many worries; and remorse is the one that weighs the least.