It is not being deceived, but undeceived, that renders us miserable.
Women give themselves to God when the devil wants nothing more to do with them.
Poisinet's verses are like spoiled children - loved only by their father.
Neither coquetry nor love is imbued with discretion.
Oh, that was a good time, when I was unhappy.
Oh, that was a good time, when I was unhappy. [Fr., Oh c'etait le bon temps, j'etais bien malheureuse.]
