Have there ever been more submissive slaves? Adoring, even in their irons, the God who punishes them.
The part I remember best is the beginning.
Hippolytus can feel, and feels nothing for me!
Sir, that much prudence calls for too much worry; I cannot foresee misfortunes so far away.
There may be guilt when there is too much virtue.
Behind a veil, unseen yet present, I was the forceful soul that moved this mighty body.