Give unto us this day the daily manna Without which, in this desert where we dwell, He must go backward who would most advance.

Will cannot be quenched against its will.

O foolish anxiety of wretched man, how inconclusive are the arguments which make thee beat thy wings below!

Love, that all gentle hearts so quickly know.

Justice divine has weighed: the doom is clear. All hope renounce, ye lost, who enter here.

He whom you see-along the downward arc- was William, and the land that mourns his death, for living Charles and Frederick, now laments; now he has learned how Heaven loves the just ruler, and he would show this outwardly as well, so radiantly visible.

Doubting pleases me no less than knowing