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Should I Perchance Still Feel After My Death, I Would No Longer Have Any Doubt, But I Would Most Certainly Give The Lie To Anyone Asserting Before Me That I Was Dead.

They Are The Follies Inherent To Youth; I Make Sport Of Them, And, If You Are Kind, You Will Not Yourself Refuse Them A Good-natured Smile.

Hatred, In The Course Of Time, Kills The Unhappy Wretch Who Delights In Nursing It In His Bosom.

Whether Happy Or Unhappy, Life Is The Only Treasure Man Possesses.

Since, Though I Do Not Repent My Amorous Exploits, I Am Far From Wanting My Example To Contribute To The Corruption Of The Fair Sex, Which Deserves Our Homage For So Many Reasons, I Hope That My Observations Will Foster Prudence In Fathers And Mothers And Thus At Least Deserve Their Esteem.