Book: Hippolyte

Oh, if even the slightest sign
Had we but true to other
From the enemy and false words
From the true, we immediately distinguished...
Two voices let them be man
Had one, special, for truth,
Other - anything. Since then
To expose always to be a lie would we
The plaything of people not becoming.

For glory we want witnesses for burning secrets.

It is not necessary that people are so much each other
Loved. May the ties will be freer,
So they had to pull and weaken,
And so, as I have this Phaedra love
Love is a heavy burden. Heart
One, Yes, cares, fears of a double.
Truly - where you too hard,
There are a lot of errors but little joy...
Always I say: you unnecessary worry,
Everything in moderation - and the wise say: everything in moderation.

You're a woman. And if you could be an honest no less than dishonest, consider yourself lucky.