Ah, Why Can't I Know If I

Disagreeable Suspicions Are Usually The Fruits Of A Second Marriage.

When I'm Carried Away, Isn't It Clear That My Heart Contradicts My Mouth?

The Joys Of The Evil Flow Away Like A Torrent.

What Does It Matter If, By Chance, A Little Vile Blood Be Spilled?

And Forever Goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, Can You Imagine How Dreadful This Cruel Word Sounds When One Loves?