On the throne, one has many worries; and remorse is the one that weighs the least.
And forever goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, can you imagine how dreadful this cruel word sounds when one loves?
I loved you when you were unfaithful; what would I have done if you were true?
It is a maxim of old that among themselves all things are common to friends.
Sir, that much prudence calls for too much worry; I cannot foresee misfortunes so far away.
Do not they bring it to pass by knowing that they know nothing at all?