text:  "There is some comfort in discharging one's heart of matters that have long lain so heavy on it; and I swear to you Gonzaga that instead of feeling surprised to find my cheeks so lank and my eyes so hollow you would rather be amazed to find an ounce of flesh upon my bones did you know how careful are my days and how sleepless my nights under the perpetual harassments of civil war!--The haughty burgesses of Ghent whom I could hate from my soul but that they are townsmen of my illustrious father the low-minded Walloons the morose Brugeois the artful Brabancons--all the varied tribes in short of the old Burgundian duchy seem to vie with each other which shall succeed best in thwarting and humiliating me