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.

Consider the sea's listless chime: Time's self it is, made audible.

Compassion is not a passion; rather a noble disposition of the soul, made ready to receive love, mercy, and other charitable passions.

...Everything that is, desires to be. As we act, we unfold our being. Enjoyment naturally follows, for a thing desired always brings delight.

The human race is in the best condition when it has the greatest degree of liberty.

The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and likewise pain.

There, pride, avarice, and envy are the tongues men know and heed, a Babel of depsair