I'll know his inmost aims and (doubt me not) extract the guarded mysteries of his mind. - Torquato Tasso

Lovers she hated, though she loved their love.

Already darkening night
had quenched all rays of daylight, and made truce,
in mere oblivion of all care and fright,
with tears and with laments.

Altre fiamme, altri nodi Amor promise, altri ce n'apparecchia iniqua sorte. Troppo, ahi! ben troppo, ella già noi divise, ma duramente or ne congiunge in morte. Piacemi almen, poich'in sí strane guise morir pur déi, del rogo esser consorte, se del letto non fui; duolmi il tuo fato, il mio non già, poich'io ti moro a lato.