Oh Rage! Oh Despair! Oh Age, My

Generosity Is The Accompaniment Of High Birth; Pity And Gratitude Are Its Attendants.

To Myself Alone Do I Owe My Fame.

To Myself Alone Do I Owe My Fame. [fr., Je Ne Dois Qu'a Moi Seul Toute Ma Renommee.]

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!

The Subject Of A Good Tragedy Must Not Be Realistic.