In recounting our woes, we often soothe them.
Ah, though a Roman, I am not less a man.
To take revenge halfheartedly is to court disaster; either condemn or crown your hatred.
I don't know how to defend myself: surprised innocence cannot imagine being under suspicion.
One often calms one's grief by recounting it.
Rome, if you do not wish me to betray you, make enemies that I can hate!