When A Man Is In Love, He

The Man That Thinks He Loves His Mistress For Her Own Sake Is Mightily Mistaken.

When Our Hatred Is Too Alive Puts Us Below What We Hate.

The Esteem Of Good Men Is The Reward Of Our Worth, But The Reputation Of The World In General Is The Gift Of Our Fate.

Οur Own Distrust Somewhat Justifies The Deceit Of Others.

The Hate Of Favourites Is Only A Love Of Favour. The Envy Of Not Possessing It, Consoles And Softens Its Regrets By The Contempt It Evinces For Those Who Possess It, And We Refuse Them Our Homage, Not Being Able To Detract From Them What Attracts That Of The Rest Of The World.