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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!

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

I Am Young, It Is True; But In Noble Souls Valor Does Not Wait For Years.

Rome Is No Longer In Rome, It Is Here Where I Am.

To Take Revenge Halfheartedly Is To Court Disaster; Either Condemn Or Crown Your Hatred.