Too much virtue can be criminal.

Me, rule? Me, place the State under my law, when my feeble reason no longer rules even myself!

The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes.

Hippolytus can feel, and feels nothing for me!

Justice in the extreme is often unjust.

You who love wild passions, flee the holy austerity of my pleasures. All here breathes of God, peace and truth.

Behind a veil, unseen yet present, I was the forceful soul that moved this mighty body.