Have there ever been more submissive slaves? Adoring, even in their irons, the God who punishes them.

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

Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.

My only hope lies in my despair.

Ah, why can't I know if I love, or if I hate?

Flight is lawful, when one flies from tyrants.

You feign guilt in order to justify yourself.