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 passion is a blind thing: Nothing is so dangerous to man, as man; and, as I observed above, we are never in greater danger, then when we think we are past danger. The bones of the Burgundians slain in this battle, are seen in a great Chappel, which stands a little distant from the Town, and upon the road, with an inscription upon it touching the time and circumstances of this defeat.

From Murat I made towards Zuric, a head Town also of a Canton. It stands most sweetly upon a Lake whose crystalline waters would delight any body else but Swissers. They are all here, Swinglians; and when Mareshal D'Estrée the French Embassadour to Rome, passed that way, and lodged at the great Inn of the Sword, as he was combing his head one morning in his combing cloth, with his chamber window open, some of the Townsmen, who saw him (from another opposite window) putting on that combing cloth, and thinking it had been a Priest putting on the