C.--The restraint we lay upon ourselves to be constant, is not much
better than an inconstancy. (See Maxim 369, 381.)

CI.--There are those who avoid our jealousy, of whom we ought to be
jealous. (See Maxim 359.)

CII.--Jealousy is always born with love, but does not always die with
it. (See Maxim 361.)

CIII.--When we love too much it is difficult to discover when we have
ceased to be beloved.

CIV.--We know very well that we should not talk about our wives, but we
do not remember that it is not so well to speak of ourselves. (See Maxim
364.)

CV.--Chance makes us known to others and to ourselves. (See Maxim 345.)

CVI.--We find very few people of good sense, except those who are of our
own opinion. (See Maxim 347.)

CVII.--We commonly praise the good hearts of those who admire us. (See
Maxim 356.)

CVIII.--Man only blames himself in order that he may be praised.

CIX.--Little minds are wounded by the smallest things. (See Maxim 357.)

CX.--There are certain faults which placed in a good light please more
than perfection itself. (See Maxim 354.)

CXI.--That which makes us so bitter against those who do us a shrewd
turn, is because they think themselves more clever than we are. (See
Maxim 350.)

CXII.--We are always bored by those whom we bore. (See Maxim 352.)

CXIII.--The harm that others do us is often less than that we do
ourselves. (See Maxim 363.)

CXIV.--It is never more difficult to speak well than when we are ashamed
of being silent.

CXV.--Those faults are always pardonable that we have the courage to
avow.

CXVI.--The greatest fault of penetration is not that it goes to the
bottom of a matter--but beyond it. (See Maxim 377.)

CXVII.--We give advice, but we cannot give the wisdom to profit by it.
(See Maxim 378.)

CXVIII.--When our merit declines, our taste declines also. (See Maxim
379.)

CXIX.--Fortune discovers our vices and our virtues, as the light makes
objects plain to the sight. (See Maxim 380.)

CXX.--Our actions are like rhymed verse-ends (Bouts-Rimes) which
everyone turns as he pleases. (See Maxim 382.)

CXXI.--There is nothing more natural, nor more deceptive, than to
believe that we are beloved.

CXXII.--We would rather see those to whom we have done a benefit, than
those who have done us one.

CXXIII.--It is more difficult to hide the opinions we have than to feign
those which we have not.

CXXIV.--Renewed friendships require more care than those that have nev