Book: Tartuffe, or the Imposter

You don't need to bother about the sky all the time? It will punish the guilty without us.

All those who are famous for wrong deeds with utmost ease others revile themselves.

Do you believe that women should
Hearing the nonsensical love declarations,
To pour out all his indignation on display
With the eye-rolling, hand-wringing?
Such antics make me laugh, my friend.
Together, we can be strict and courteous,
And, frankly, abhorrent to me passionate impulses:
Other woman so piously honour observes,
Just that - nails and teeth floated.
I meyrueis morality does inoyu measure:
To be an honest wife doesn't mean to be a shrew.
Cold rigor without spending extra power,
Rather cool I misplaced ardor.

A moral and indeed this person.
But what was she in it?
Her old age helped to overcome the temptations.
Yes, there is an morality when decrepit flesh.
Old, spoiled by the attention and success,
Committed was she to the worldly pleasures.
However, as time went on. Have faded luster of the eyes,
Left fans, and light forgot about it.
Then, seeing that, alas, her beauty faded,
Oranta became the advocate of morality.
We have such persons a considerable number:
To lose fans belt hard
And again to attract attention, over the years
They become inveterate hypocrites.
Their passion is to judge people. And how severe their court!
No mercy they do not recognize.
The conscience is a stranger seeks out stains
But not of good feelings - envy, of course.
Angry these the righteous: why is available to us
Those rejoicing that they have no teeth?

I was quite different from those with interviews:
Now I have no attachments,
And I have no treasure on earth;
Let me die brother, mother, wife and children,
I'm upset this much, it was she!

No, by appearance to judge me don't need
And I'm not what I appear externally.
All think I'm sinless soul,
But the truth is that I'm not worth a penny.

People love stupid every time!

You're aggravating me. You understand me:
I saw this shit right here, in broad daylight!

Nothing so vile and abominable no
The zeal of false fake bright color,
What these tricksters, corrupt hypocrites
Which outfit pulled buffoon,
Play without fear nothing,
The fact that death is the most sacred of all;
The people are full of self-interested fervor,
Which feeds prayer, as a commodity,
And glory and honor to buy a want
Price puppy dog eyes and sighs rent;

When the attraction of the senses we are ready to give in,
The modesty that always prevent us to confess.
Learn to recognize the coldness behind the words
The excitement of the heart and soul gentle call.

I don't want to flatter you. Truthfulness is not a Vice.

From zloyazykie not to protect.
It is better gossip and completely neglected.
It is incumbent on us to live and think nobly
And let the talkers talk about anything.

Kohl gave you a heart resentment,
Pay oblivion - so pride tells us;
Can't forget - then at least pretend
Don't put yourself down.

It's always just that - immediately the noise and thunder.
You can't be moderate in anything
And sanity alien, recklessly
From one rush to the other one.