طرطوف: آه يا إلهي، أرجوك قبل أن تتكلني خذي هذا المنديل واستري هذا الصدر الذي لايمكنني أن أراه إن مثل هذه المناظر لتؤذي النفوس، وإن هذا ليثير الخواطر … - Molière

CLEANTE. That is the usual strain of all your kind; They must have every one as blind as they. They call you atheist if you have good eyes; And if you don't adore their vain grimaces, You've neither faith nor care for sacred things. No, no; such talk can't frighten me; I know What I am saying; heaven sees my heart. We're not the dupes of all your canting mummers; There are false heroes — and false devotees; And as true heroes never are the ones Who make much noise about their deeds of honour, Just so true devotees, whom we should follow, Are not the ones who make so much vain show. What! Will you find no difference between Hypocrisy and genuine devoutness? And will you treat them both alike, and pay The self-same honour both to masks and faces Set artifice beside sincerity, Confuse the semblance with reality, Esteem a phantom like a living person, And counterfeit as good as honest coin? Men, for the most part, are strange creatures, truly! You never find them keep the golden mean; The limits of good sense, too narrow for them, Must always be passed by, in each direction; They often spoil the noblest things, because They go too far, and push them to extremes. I merely say this by the way, good brother.

If the King had given me for my own Paris, his citadel, And I for that must leave alone Her whom I love so well, I'd say then to the Crown, Take back your glittering town; My darling is more fair, I swear, My darling is more fair.

Brother, in counseling you have no peer;
All your advice is forceful, sound and clever;
I don’t propose to follow it however.