The Character Of The Crowds Is Made

They Are Miserly, The Princes Of Austria, You Need Not Grieve About It; They May Not Donate Anything, But They Allow Themselves Tobe Fleeced, The Good Lords.

The Prince Exults Whomever He Selects As His Consort, But The Queen, Rather Than Elevating The Subject Of Her Choice, Humiliates Him As A Man. By All That Is Right, A Man Is Not Intended To Be The Husband Of His Wife, But A Woman Is To Be Her Husband's Wife.

Robespierre, This Pedant Of Freedom!

Do Hurry And Proclaim The Concordat. Then Castrate Yourselves To Keep From Sinning.

Man Lives Two Lives, Woe, Were It Otherwise! One Is Seized By Death, The Other One, His Honor, Remains.