Quotes
A kissed mouth doesn't lose its freshness, for like the moon it always renews itself.
My own heart would have concealed it from me, for failure to love is almost like murder and I would have been incapable of inflicting such a blow on anyone.
Love is a cruel conqueror.
Happy is he who knows him through stories
And not by his blows!
There lies my love, there lies my homeland now.
Deep in her breast lives the silent wound.
The fatal dart
Sticks in her side, and rankles in her heart.
You're running away—from me? Oh, I pray you
by these tears, by the faith in your right hand—
what else have I left myself in all my pain?—
by our wedding vows, the marriage we began,
if I deserve some decency from you now,
if anything mine has ever won your heart,
pity a great house about to fall, I pray you,
if prayers have any place—reject this scheme of yours!
I pray that the earth gape deep enough to take me down
or the almighty Father blast me with one bolt to the shades,
the pale, glimmering shades in hell, the pit of night,
before I dishonor you, my conscience, break your laws.
He's carried my love away, the man who wed me first—
may he hold it tight, safeguard it in his grave.
The queen, for her part, all that evening ached
With longing that her heart's blood fed, a wound
Or inward fire eating her away.
His looks, his words, they pierce her heart and cling—
no peace, no rest for her body, love will give her none.
I feel once more the scars of the old flame.
I shall never deny what you deserve, my queen,
never regret my memories of Dido, not while I
can recall myself and draw the breath of life.
