A true repentance shuns the evil itself, more than the external suffering or the shame.

And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony.

We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.

Not stepping over the bounds of modesty.

I have not slept one wink.

For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar; and't shall go hard But I will delve one yard below their mines And blow them at the moon.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.