What is a lover without stains?
My greatest fault, if you\'ll forgive some straight confession,
is my incredulity and doubtfulness -
I never could believe in love nor trust a lady,
letting my love be corrupted by mistrust and jealousy
for nothing - it was maybe that old green-eyed monster
which appears whenever love appears as its back side and contrary,
but fortunately I could always well control it,
piously preferring self-inflicted torture to myself than hurting others;
but the worst was always the incurable and persecuting doubts
which usually, unfortunately, proved too true.
Thus every love-affair I had was ship-wrecked
on the shoals of doubtfulness and hard reality,
my love surviving only in my lonely ruined heart
in constant fickle hope of better luck next time.