Had I not sinned what would there be for you to pardon. My fate has given you the opportunity for mercy.
It is the act of a coward to wish for death.
Love and dignity cannot share the same abode.
Thus I am not able to exist either with you or without you; and I seem not to know my own wishes.
Leave war to others; 'tis Protesilaus' part of love.
Meet the disorder in the outset, the medicine may be too late, when the disease has gained ground through delay.