Sun, I Come To See You For

Sun, I Come To See You For The Last Time.

Hippolytus Can Feel, And Feels Nothing For Me!

Love Is Not A Fire To Be Shut Up In A Soul. Everything Betrays Us: Voice, Silence, Eyes; Half-covered Fires Burn All The Brighter.

Have There Ever Been More Submissive Slaves? Adoring, Even In Their Irons, The God Who Punishes Them.

Innocence Has Nothing To Dread.