Cervantes Smiled Spain's Chivalry Away.

Jealousy Dislikes The World To Know It.

How Sweet And Soothing Is This Hour Of Calm! I Thank Thee, Night! For Thou Has Chased Away These Horrid Bodements Which, Amidst The Throng, I Could Not Dissipate; And With The Blessing Of Thy Benign And Quiet Influence Now Will I To My Couch, Although To Rest Is Almost Wronging Such A Night As This.

I Am Acquainted With No Immaterial Sensuality So Delightful As Good Acting.

What Should I Have Known Or Written Had I Been A Quiet, Mercantile Politician Or A Lord In Waiting? A Man Must Travel, And Turmoil, Or There Is No Existence.

Though I Love My Country, I Do Not Love My Countrymen.