Often it is fatal to live too long.
If I could believe that this was said sincerely, I could put up with anything.
To save our imperiled honor everything must be sacrificed, even virtue.
The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes.
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled.
What does it matter if, by chance, a little vile blood be spilled?