Better The Illusions That Exalt Us Than

Please, Never Despise The Translator. He's The Mailman Of Human Civilization.

If You But Knew The Flames That Burn In Me Which I Attempt To Beat Down With My Reason.

Better The Illusions That Exalt Us Than Ten Thousand Truths.

I Loved You: And, It May Be, From My Soul The Former Love Has Never Gone Away, But Let It Not Recall To You My Dole; I Wish Not Sadden You In Any Way. I Loved You Silently, Without Hope, Fully, In Diffidence, In Jealousy, In Pain; I Loved You So Tenderly And Truly, As Let You Else Be Loved By Any Man.

Fearing No Insult, Asking For No Crown, Receive With Indifference Both Flattery And Slander, And Do Not Argue With A Fool.