Does not treat her suitors Always in an equal manner.

Those fools called heroes, who run the country, Ces fous nommes heros, et qui courent les champs, Couverts de sang et de poussiere, Voltaire, n'ont pas tous les ans La faceur de voir le derriere De leurs ennemis insolents.
Can't expect that pleasure every year"!...
Maupertuis, say you?
"Don't trouble the ashes of the dead; let the grave at least put an end to your unjust hatreds.

Reflect that even Kings make peace after long battling; cannot you ever make it?
I think you would be capable, like Orpheus, of descending to Hell, not to soften Pluto and bring back your beautiful Emilie, but to pursue into that Abode of Woe an enemy whom your wrath has only too much persecuted in the world: for shame!" [_OEuvres de Frederic,_ xxiii.

61-65 ("Wilsdruf, 17th November, 1759").]--and rebukes him, more than once elsewhere, in very serious terms.
IN WINTER-QUARTERS, ON PEACE AND THE STOLEN EDITION.

(Starts in verse, which we abridge:) With how many laurels you have covered yourself in all the fields of Literature! One laurel yet is wanting to the brow of Voltaire.