Everything that’s prose isn’t verse and everything that isn’t verse is prose. Now you see what it is to be a scholar!
MOLIEREEverything that’s prose isn’t verse and everything that isn’t verse is prose. Now you see what it is to be a scholar!
MOLIERETrue, Heaven prohibits certain pleasures; but one can generally negotiate a compromise.
MOLIEREHeaven forbids, it is true, certain gratifications, but there are ways and means of compounding such matters.
MOLIEREThe public scandal is what constitutes the offence: sins sinned in secret are no sins at all.
MOLIEREA good husband be the best sort of plaster for to cure a young woman’s ailments.
MOLIEREIt is good food and not fine words that keeps me alive.
MOLIEREThen worms shall try That long preserved virginity, And your quaint honor turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave’s a fine and private place But none, I think, do there embrace.
MOLIEREAh! how annoying that the law doesn’t allow a woman to change husbands just as one does shirts.
MOLIEREHypocrisy is a fashionable vice, and all fashionable vices pass for virtue.
MOLIEREEven Rome cannot grant us a dispensation from death.
MOLIEREGold is the key, whatever else we try; and that sweet metal aids the conqueror in every case, in love as well as war.
MOLIEREPerfect reason avoids all extremes.
MOLIEREIsn’t the greatest rule of all the rules simply to please?
MOLIEREPeople can be induced to swallow anything, provided it is sufficiently seasoned with praise.
MOLIEREThere is no secret of the heart which our actions do not disclose.
MOLIEREHuman weakness is to desire to know what one does not want to know.
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