And oh, the dreams I had of being great! I am fifty-eight and you are seventy.

And look; I am a broken twig, and you tower above me like an ancient oak, and as strong." To the chancellor he said: "And what is the budget ?" "Sire, it is fairly quiet in the lower town.

The native troops have been paid, and all signs of discontent abated.

The duchess can do nothing but replace von Rumpf.

The Marshal is a straw in the wind; von Wallenstein and Mollendorf, I hold a sword above their necks.