Liars Are Always Most Disposed To Swear.

To Err Is Human; But Contrition Felt For The Crime Distinguishes The Virtuous From The Wicked.

Thou Knowest Not The Endless Artifices Of A Court. Invented Crimes Are Often There Alleged; But Real Ones, And Those Especially, Which May Offend His Pride, Are Oftentimes Not To A King Divulged.

Joy Surfeited Turns To Sorrow.

A Conquering King Will Banish From His Breast Hatred Towards One Whom He No Longer Fears.

There Is A Silence, The Child Of Love, Which Expresses Everything, And Proclaims More Loudly Than The Tongue Is Able To Do; There Are Movements That Are Involuntary Proofs Of What The Soul Feels.