Have Others Fear You, And I Will

There Are Secret Ties, There Are Sympathies, By The Sweet Relationship Of Which Souls That Are Well Matched Attach Themselves To Each Other, And Are Affected By I Know Not What, Which Cannot Be Explained

This Dark Brightness That Falls From The Stars.

Rome, If You Do Not Wish Me To Betray You, Make Enemies That I Can Hate!

To Myself Alone Do I Owe My Fame. [fr., Je Ne Dois Qu'a Moi Seul Toute Ma Renommee.]

One Often Calms One's Grief By Recounting It.