When I'm carried away, isn't it clear that my heart contradicts my mouth?
I felt for my crime a just terror; I looked on my life with hate, and my passion with horror.
He who will travel far spares his steed.
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled.
I will die if I lose you, but I will die if I wait longer.
According as the man is, so must you humour him.