Hippolytus Can Feel, And Feels Nothing For

The Day Is Not Purer Than The Depths Of My Heart.

I Felt For My Crime A Just Terror; I Looked On My Life With Hate, And My Passion With Horror.

It's No Longer A Warmth Hidden In My Veins: It's Venus Entire And Whole Fastening On Her Prey.

You Feign Guilt In Order To Justify Yourself.

When Will The Veil Be Lifted That Casts So Black A Night Over The Universe? God Of Israel, Lift At Last The Gloom: For How Long Will You Be Hidden?