But, alas! my poor, poor brother, who--how long ago it is!--could once have thrown even you upon the sand, what can he do, with this accursed gout?
And besides, what more can the Emperor Charles gain, since there is no chance of obtaining the sovereignty of the world, of which he once dreamed?
He must learn to be content! Surely at his age! It is easy to calculate, for his life began with the century, and this is its forty-sixth year.

Of course, with you soldiers the years of warfare count double, and he--Duke Alba said so--was born a general.

One need not be able to reckon far in order to number how many months he has spent in complete peace.

And then he attained his majority at fifteen, and with what weighty cares the man of the 'plus ultra' has loaded his shoulders since that time! You, and many others at the court, had still more to do, but, Luis, one thing, and it is the hardest burden, you were all spared.

I know it.