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 though I am a body of this earth, my firm desire is born from the stars.
I have taken pride in others, never in myself.
You keep to your own ways and leave mine to me.
A good death does honour to a whole life.
Virtue is health, vice is sickness.