Heaven gives its favourites-early death.
Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away; A single laugh demolish'd the right arm Of his own country.
Of all tales 'tis the saddest--and more sad, Because it makes us smile.
He who is only just is cruel; who Upon the earth would live were all judged justly?
I speak not of men's creeds—they rest between Man and his Maker.
The Cardinal is at his wit's end - it is true that he had not far to go.