The greater the effort, the greater the glory.
It is only blood that can wash away such an outrage; die or kill.
My reason, it's true, controls my feelings, but whatever its authority, it doesn't rule them so much as tyrannize them.
I don't know how to defend myself: surprised innocence cannot imagine being under suspicion.
Doubt, but still hate!
Your heart is mine; there I reign. I am content.