"They'll never make a shaveling of you.

When your thews are grown it will not be on thuribles they'll spend their strength, or I'm a liar else.

Be patient yet awhile, and we shall ride together, never doubt it." With that he pulled me down again to kiss me, and he clasped me to his breast so that the studs of his armour remained stamped upon my tender flesh after he had departed.
The next instant he was gone, and I lay weeping, a very lonely little child.
But in the revolt that he led he had not reckoned upon the might and vigour of the new Farnese Pontiff.

He had conceived, perhaps, that one pope must be as supine as another, and that Paul III would prove no more redoubtable than Clement VIII.

To his bitter cost did he discover his mistake.