The Cardinal is at his wit's end - it is true that he had not far to go.

I really cannot know whether I am or am not the Genius you are pleased to call me, but I am very willing to put up with the mistake, if it be one. It is a title dearly enough bought by most men, to render it endurable, even when not quite clearly made out, which it never can be till the Posterity, whose decisions are merely dreams to ourselves, has sanctioned or denied it, while it can touch us no further.

Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

Hearts will break - yet brokenly, live on.

Shelley is truth itself and honour itself notwithstanding his out-of-the-way notions about religion.

And Doubt and Discord step 'twixt thine and thee.