I have everywhere associated as an equal with the powers of Earth, and made the trumpet of truth resound in the halls of kings.

I have put my foot on the throat of greedy Avarice, and snatched from him a part, at least, of the treasures which he had stolen from too-confiding Honor.

One only blessing is denied me: the son I hoped to see has escaped the lynx-eyes of paternal love.

Neither have I found the ancient object of my first affections.

But what matters it?
I shall feel the want of nothing, if you fill for me the place of all.