"Thou mighty Prince of Church and State,
Richelieu! until the hour of death,
Whatever road man chooses, Fate
Still holds him subject to her breath.
Spun of all silks, our days and nights
Have sorrows woven with delights;
And of this intermingled shade
Our various destiny appears,
Even as one sees the course of years
Of summers and of winters made."
❖ ── ✦ ──『✝』── ✦ ── ❖
"To Cardinal Richelieu" – Francois de Malherbe
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