Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
What a brave privilege is it to be free from all contentions, from all envying or being envied, from receiving or paying all kinds of ceremonies!