The Part I Remember Best Is The

The Glory Of My Name Increases My Shame. Less Known By Mortals, I Could Better Escape Their Eyes.

Pain Is Unjust, And All The Arguments That Cannot Soothe It Only Rouse Suspicion.

I Am A Man, And Nothing That Concerns A Man Do I Deem A Matter Of Indifference To Me.

I Felt For My Crime A Just Terror; I Looked On My Life With Hate, And My Passion With Horror.

A Noble Heart Cannot Suspect In Others The Pettiness And Malice That It Has Never Felt.