In His will, our peace.

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

The experience of this sweet life.

No man may be so cursed by priest or pope but what the Eternal Love may still return while any thread of green lives on in hope.

Imagination, that dost so abstract us That we are not aware, not even when A thousand trumpets sound about our ears!

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.

No sadness is greater than in misery to rehearse memories of joy.