We Never Taste A Perfect

I Am Young, It Is True; But In Noble Souls Valor Does Not Wait For Years.

I Am Roman, Alas, Because Horace Is Roman.

I Have Deserved Neither So Much Honor Or So Much Disgrace.

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!