Here Honor Binds Me, And I Wish

The Manner Of Giving Is Worth More Than The Gift.

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!

When A Woman Has The Gift Of Silence She Possesses A Quality Above The Vulgar. It Is A Gift Of Heaven Seldom Bestowed; Without A Little Miracle It Cannot Be Accomplished; And Nature Suffers Violence When Heaven Puts A Woman In The Humor Of Observing Silence.

Love Is A Tyrant Sparing None.

He On Whom Heaven Confers A Sceptre Knows Not The Weight Till He Bears It.