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The People You Killed Seem To Be In Excellent Health.

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!

Death Was To Be My Glory, But Destiny Has Refused It.

Oh, How Sweet It Is To Pity The Fate Of An Enemy Who Can No Longer Threaten Us!

He Who Allows Himself To Be Insulted Deserves To Be So; And Insolence, If Unpunished, Increases! [lat., Qui Se Laisse Outrager, Merite Qu'on L'outrage Et L'audace Impunie Enfle Trop Un Courage.]