By dying I wanted to maintain my honor, and hide a flame so black from the daylight!
If I could believe that this was said sincerely, I could put up with anything.
Crime like virtue has its degrees; and timid innocence was never known to blossom suddenly into extreme license.
To repair the irreparable ravages of time.
Sun, I come to see you for the last time.
When will the veil be lifted that casts so black a night over the universe? God of Israel, lift at last the gloom: For how long will you be hidden?