I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.

You keep to your own ways and leave mine to me.

Continued work and application form my soul's nourishment. So soon as I commenced to rest and relax I should cease to live.

Events appear sad, pleasant, or painful, not because they are so in reality, but because we believe them to be so and the light in which we look at them depends upon our own judgment.

I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.

For virtue only finds eternal Fame.

And tears are heard within the harp I touch.