One ought to have a good memory when he has told a lie
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!
How much must I overcome before I triumph?
Ambition aspires to descend
It is the crime not the scaffold which is the disgrace.
He who allows me to rule is in fact my master