I found him the same as I left him seven years ago, nay, even as hale and sprightly as when I saw him at Avignon, which is now twelve years.

What a surprising man! What strength of mind and body! How firm his voice! How beautiful his face! Had he been a few years younger, I should have taken him for Julius Caesar, or Scipio Africanus.

Rome grows old; but not its hero.

He was half undressed, and going to bed; so I stayed only a moment, but I passed the whole of the next day with him.

He asked me a thousand questions about you, and was much pleased that I was going to Naples.