Hippolytus Can Feel, And Feels Nothing For

Crime Like Virtue Has Its Degrees; And Timid Innocence Was Never Known To Blossom Suddenly Into Extreme License.

Pain Is Unjust, And All The Arguments That Cannot Soothe It Only Rouse Suspicion.

The Crime Of A Mother Is A Heavy Burden.

A Benefit Cited By Way Of Reproach Is Equivalent To An Injury.

I Have Pushed Virtue To Outright Brutality.