Love and the gentle heart are but the same thing.

Here my powers rest from their high fantasy, but already I could feel my being turned- instinct and intellect balanced equally. as in a wheel whose motion nothing jars- by the Love that moves the Sun and the other stars.

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 wisest are the most annoyed at the loss of time.

Doubting pleases me no less than knowing

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

Curb your talent lest it speed where virtue does not guide.