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Bestowing on the Almighty the passions of mortals Bow to their charlatanism as if it was sublimity Cannot be expressed, and if expressed, would not be believed Feeling, however, the want of consolation in their misfortunes Future effects dreaded from its past enormities God is only the invention of fear Gold, changes black to white, guilt to innocence Hail their sophistry and imposture as inspiration Invention of new tortures and improved racks Labour as much as possible in the dark Misfortunes and proscription would not only inspire courage My means were the boundaries of my wants Not suspected of any vices, but all his virtues are negative Nothing was decided, though nothing was refused Now that she is old (as is generally the case), turned devotee Prelate on whom Bonaparte intends to confer the Roman tiara Saints supplied her with a finger, a toe, or some other parts Step is but short from superstition to infidelity Suspicion and tyranny are inseparable companions Two hundred and twenty thousand prostitute licenses Usurped the easy direction of ignorance Would cease to rule the day he became just