[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-Rimés) 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 never been broken.
[CXXV].—A man to whom no one is pleasing is much more unhappy than one who pleases nobody.