Crime like virtue has its degrees; and timid innocence was never known to blossom suddenly into extreme license.
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.
Extreme justice is often injustice.
To save our imperiled honor everything must be sacrificed, even virtue.