But tell me, whence comes this deep cynicism?
Marquise.
Oh, do not take it ill. I say it but in jest,
Merely because I like to laugh at the abyss,
What do you think, poet?
Poet.
Well, marquise, I must confess
That I am capable of feeling various loves.
Marquise.
Then you were born for various women.
Poet.
No, I was born for various sorrows.
Marquise.