It Is The Crime Not The Scaffold

These Flattering Mirrors Reflect Imperfectly What Is Within; The Countenance Is Often A Gay Deceiver. What Defects Of Mind Lie Hidden Under Its Beauty! What Fair Exteriors Conceal Base Souls!

Alas, I Emerge From One Disaster To Fall Into A Worse.

It Is A Law, Of The Gods Which Is Never Broken, To Sell Somewhat Dearly The Great Benefits Which They Confer On Us.

It Is An Imprudence Common To Kings To Listen To Too Much Advice And To Err In Their Choice.

I See, I Know, I Believe, I Am Undeceived.