He Who Allows Me To Rule Is

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!

Love Lives On Hope, And Dies When Hope Is Dead; It Is A Flame Which Sinks For Lack Of Fuel.

One Is Often Guilty By Being Too Just.

We Never Taste A Perfect Joy; Our Happiest Successes Are Mixed With Sadness.

A Monarch Must Sometimes Rule Even Himself: He Who Wants Everything Must Risk Very Little.