If, as the crown of so many perfect works, he could by a skilful manoeuvre bring back Peace, I, and Europe with me, would think that his masterpiece! [Takes to prose:] "This is my thought and all Europe's.

Virgil made as fine Verses as you; but he never made a Peace.

It will be a distinction you will have over all your brethren of Parnassus, if you succeed.
"I know not who has betrayed me, and thought of printing [the EDITION;--not you, surely!] a pack of rhapsodies which were good enough to amuse myself, but were never meant for publication.

After all, I am so used to treacheries and bad manoeuvres,"-- what matters this insignificant one?
"I know not who the Bredow is [whom you speak of having met]; but he has told you true.

The sword and death have made frightful ravages among us.