Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?

If God be my friend, I cannot be wretched.

The result proves the wisdom of the act.

The gods have their own rules.

Wherever I look there is nothing but the image of death.

What ignorance there is in human minds.

Had I not sinned what would there be for you to pardon. My fate has given you the opportunity for mercy.