I felt for my crime a just terror; I looked on my life with hate, and my passion with horror.
Love is not dumb. The heart speaks many ways.
And do you count for nothing God who fights for us?
Wrinkles on the brow are the imprints of exploits.
I have pushed virtue to outright brutality.
And forever goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, can you imagine how dreadful this cruel word sounds when one loves?