"Till I entered this tub there was nothing but lead in my veins, nothing but marble on my bones.

Look at those boots, Breton, lad; a spur gone, the soles loose, the heels cracked.

And that cloak! The mud on the skirts is a week old.

And that scabbard was new when I left Paris.

When I came up I looked like a swashbuckler in one of Scudery's plays.