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Cover that bosom that I must not see: souls are wounded by such things.

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We live under a prince who is an enemy to fraud, a prince whose eyes penetrate into the heart, and whom all the art of impostors can’t deceive.
MOLIERE

Enemy Heart Imposter Live
The defects of human nature afford us opportunities of exercising our philosophy, the best employment of our virtues. If all men were righteous, all hearts true and frank and loyal, what use would our virtues be?
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Afford Best Employment Human Loyal Nature Opportunity Ourselves Virtue
A woman always has her revenge ready.
MOLIERE

Herself Revenge Woman
I believe that two and two are four and that four and four are eight.
MOLIERE

Believe Mathematics
Malicious tongues spread their poison abroad and nothing here below is proof against them.
MOLIERE

Evidence Malicious Mouth Poison
How easily a fathers tenderness is recalled, and how quickly a son’s offenses vanish at the slightest word of repentance!
MOLIERE

Easy Father Regret Son Vanish
People of quality know everything without ever having learned anything.
MOLIERE

Learning People Quality
Assassination’s the fastest way.
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Assassination Death Fast Murder Way
Anyone may be an honorable man, and yet write verse badly.
MOLIERE

Bad Honor Man Poet Writing
unbroken happiness is a bore: it should have ups and downs.
MOLIERE

Boredom Happiness Hard Time
Deference and intimacy live far apart.
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Intimacy Live
He makes his cook his merit, and the world visits his dinners and not him.
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Cook Food Himself World
I have the knack of easing scruples.
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Easy Myself
He who follows his lessons tastes a profound peace, and looks upon everybody as a bunch of manure.
MOLIERE

Follow Lesson Peace Taste
I always do the first line well, but I have trouble doing the others.
MOLIERE

Myself Poet Trouble Writing
It is a fine seasoning for joy to think of those we love.
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Love Season Thinking

Cover that bosom that I must not see: souls are wounded by such things.

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