And seek some spot unpeopled and apart, where I'll be free to have an honest heart.

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for your enjoyment...
my favorite.

The Misanthrope - Moliere
Alceste to Celimene (whom he is in love with)

Good God! Could anything be more
inhuman?
Was ever a heart so mangled by a woman?
When I complain of how she has betrayed me,
She bridles, and commences to upbraid me!
She tries my tortured patience to the limit;
She won't deny her guilt; she glories in it!
And yet my heart's too faint and cowardly
To break these chains of passion, and be free,
To scorn her as it should, and rise above
This unrewarded, mad, and bitter love.
Ah, traitress, in how confident a
fashion,
You take advantage of my helpless passion,
And use my weakness for your faithless charms
To make me once again throw down my arms!
But do at least deny this black transgression;
Take back that mocking and perverse confession;
Defend this letter and your innocence,
And I, poor fool, will aid in your defense.

Pretend, pretend that you are just and true,
And I shall make myself believe in you.

it makes me want to cry.