A shifty, fickle object is woman, always. (Varium et mutabile semper femina.)
To have died once is enough.
Endure and save yourselves for happier times.
Harsh necessity, and the newness of my kingdom, force me to do such things and to guard my frontiers everywhere.
If one swain scorns you, you will soon find another.
O you who have borne even heavier things, to these too, God will grant an end!