I loved you when you were unfaithful; what would I have done if you were true?
Hippolytus can feel, and feels nothing for me!
And do you count for nothing God who fights for us?
Felicity is in possession, happiness in anticipation.
The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes.
On the throne, one has many worries; and remorse is the one that weighs the least.