And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies.

I have come, Sire, to complain of one of your subjects who has been so audacious as to kick me in the belly.

If the people have no bread, let them eat cake.

I am terrified of being bored.

one's enjoyment is doubled when one can share it with a friend - and where can one find a more affectionate, a more intimate friend than in one's own family?

And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies.

No one understands my ills, nor the terror that fills my breast, who does not know the heart of a mother.