One grows weary of everything, my angel. It is the law of nature,  it is not my fault.  If for example I had as much love as you have virtue, and that is  surely saying a lot, is it not astonishing that we should end at the  same time as  the other ? It is not my fault.  From this, it follows that for some time I have been deceiving  you. But then, your pitiless affection forced me as it were to do so. It  is not my  fault.  Today, a woman I love madly insists that I sacrifice you to her.  It is not my fault.  I realise that this is a fine opportunity for crying out on  perjury, but if nature's only given men assurance, or if she gave women  obstinacy, it is  not my fault.  Take my advice: choose another lover, as I have chosen another  mistress. This is good advice. Very good. If you think it bad, it is not  my fault.  Farewell, my angel, I took you with pleasure, I abandon you  without regret. Perhaps I will come back, to you. So goes the world, it  is not my  fault.