Flight is lawful, when one flies from tyrants.
She wavers, she hesitates; in one word — she is a woman.
This innocence begins to weigh me down.
It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey.
The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate.
He who bridles the fury of the billows knows also to put a stop to the secret plans of the wicked. Submitting with respect to His holy will, I fear God, and have no other fear.