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.

Lost are we, and are only so far punished, That without hope we live on in desire.

Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always.

You can stay and die or you can walk your ugly ass back through that gate. It's your call, pal.

The experience of this sweet life.

A man's renown is like the hue of grass, Which comes and goes.

Love, that all gentle hearts so quickly know.