He would not have succeeded in making his age think, he did succeed in making it smile.

He never attacked it in front, nor with his face uncovered, in order that he might not set the laws in array against him; and to avoid the fate of Servetius, he, the modern AEsop, attacked under imaginary names the tyranny which he wished to destroy.

He concealed his hate in history, the drama, light poetry, romance, and even in jests.

His genius was a perpetual allusion, comprehending all his age, but impossible to be seized on by his enemies.

He struck, but his hand was concealed.