MEMOIRS OF LOUIS XIV, BY SAINT-SIMON, V4 [CM#26][cm26b10.txt]3863 His great piety contributed to weaken his mind Of a politeness that was unendurable Reproaches rarely succeed in love Spoil all by asking too much Teacher lost little, because he had little to lose There was no end to the outrageous civilities of M. de Coislin MEMOIRS OF LOUIS XIV, BY SAINT-SIMON, V5 [CM#27][cm27b10.txt]3864 Imagining themselves everywhere in marvellous danger of capture Oh, my lord! how many virtues you make me detest Polite when necessary, but insolent when he dared Promotion was granted according to length of service MEMOIRS OF LOUIS XIV, BY SAINT-SIMON, V6 [CM#28][cm28b10.txt]3865 Compelled to pay, who would have preferred giving voluntarily Conjugal impatience of the Duc de Bourgogne Desmarets no longer knew of what wood to make a crutch He was so good that I sometimes reproached him for it Indiscreet and tyrannical charity Jesuits: all means were good that furthered his designs Said that if they were good, they were sure to be hated MEMOIRS OF LOUIS XIV, BY SAINT-SIMON, V7 [CM#29][cm29b10.txt]3866 Found it easier to fly into a rage than to reply MEMOIRS OF LOUIS XIV, BY SAINT-SIMON, V8 [CM#30][cm30b10.txt]3867 A king is made for his subjects, and not the subjects for him A lingering fear lest the sick man should recover Danger of inducing hypocrisy by placing devotion too high For want of better support I sustained myself with courage Interests of all interested painted on their faces Never was a man so ready with tears, so backward with grief Suspicion of a goitre, which did not ill become her The shortness of each day was his only sorrow MEMOIRS OF LOUIS XIV, BY SAINT-SIMON, V9 [CM#31][cm31b10.txt]3868 Admit our ignorance, and not to give fictions and inventions Arranged his affairs that he died without money For penance: "we must make our servants fast" The argument of interest is the best of all with monks MEMOIRS OF LOUIS XIV, BY SAINT-SIMON, V10 [CM#32][cm32b10.txt]3869 Depopulated a quarter of the realm He liked nobody to be in any way superior to him He was born bored; he was so accustomed to live out of himself He was scarcely taught how to read or write It is a sign that I have touched the sore point Pope not been ashamed to extol the Saint-Bartholomew Revocation of the edict of Nantes Seeing him eat olives with a fork! Touched, but like a man who does not wish to seem so Unreasonable love of admiration, was his ruin Who counted others only as they stood in relation to himself MEMOIRS OF LOUIS XIV, BY SAINT-SIMON, V11 [CM#33][cm33b10.txt]3870 Scarcely any history has been written at first hand MEMOIRS OF LOUIS XIV, BY SAINT-SIMON, V12 [CM#34][cm34b10.txt]3871 He was often firm in promises MEMOIRS OF LOUIS XIV, BY SAINT-SIMON, V13 [CM#35][cm35b10.txt]3872