Many have justice in their hearts, but slowly it is let fly, for it comes not without council to the bow.

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.

A prayer may chance to rise From one whose heart lives in the grace of God. A prayer from any other is unheeded.

Fate's arrow, when expected, travels slow.

O mortal men, be wary of how ye judge.

Hope not ever to see heaven. I come to lead you to the other shore; into the eternal darkness; into fire and ice.

He who know most grieves most for wasted time.