“It is no longer a passion hidden in my heart:
It is Venus herself fastened to her prey.”

—  Jean Racine , Phèdre

Ce n'est plus une ardeur dans mes veines cachée:
C'est Vénus tout entière à sa proie attachée.
Phèdre, act I, scene III.
Phèdre (1677)

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Ce n'est plus une ardeur dans mes veines cachée : C'est Vénus toute entière à sa proie attachée.

Variant: Ce n'est plus une ardeur dans mes veines cachée:
C'est Vénus tout entière à sa proie attachée.

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