Often it is fatal to live too long.
To save our imperiled honor everything must be sacrificed, even virtue.
Pain is unjust, and all the arguments That cannot soothe it only rouse suspicion.
I felt for my crime a just terror; I looked on my life with hate, and my passion with horror.
Without money honor is merely a disease.
You who love wild passions, flee the holy austerity of my pleasures. All here breathes of God, peace and truth.