La grammaire qui sait régenter jusqu'aux rois. - Molière

Les beaux yeux de ma cassette.

MADAME PERNELLE. For slanderers abound in calumnies . . . ORGON. Mother, you'd make me damn my soul. I tell you I saw with my own eyes his shamelessness. MADAME PERNELLE. Their tongues for spitting venom never lack, There's nothing here below they'll not attack. ORGON. Your speech has not a single grain of sense. I saw it, harkee, saw it, with these eyes I saw — d'ye know what saw means? — must I say it A hundred times, and din it in your ears?

Non c'è nulla che riesca a frenare in me l'impeto del desiderio: mi sento un cuore contenere tutta la terra e, come Alessandro, vorrei che esistessero altri mondi per arrivare a estendervi le mie conquiste d'amore.