All is asleep: the army, the wind, and Neptune.
According as the man is, so must you humour him.
Crime like virtue has its degrees; and timid innocence was never known to blossom suddenly into extreme license.
The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes.
By dying I wanted to maintain my honor, and hide a flame so black from the daylight!
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.