If the present world go astray, the cause is in you, in you it is to be sought.
I made my own house be my gallows.
He who know most grieves most for wasted time.
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.
The truth thy speech doth show, within my heart reproves the swelling pride.
The glory of Him who moves everything penetrates through the universe, and is resplendent in one part more and in another less.