Doubt, but still hate!
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!
He who allows me to rule is in fact my master
The fire which seems extinguished often slumbers beneath the ashes.
Kindness acts Not always as you think; a hated hand Renders it odious.
One is often guilty by being too just.