Without money honor is merely a disease.

I embrace my rival, but only to strangle him.

Behind a veil, unseen yet present, I was the forceful soul that moved this mighty body.

To save our imperiled honor everything must be sacrificed, even virtue.

Wrinkles on the brow are the imprints of exploits.

I will die if I lose you, but I will die if I wait longer.

When I'm carried away, isn't it clear that my heart contradicts my mouth?