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.
Infinite goodness has such wide arms.
The devil is not as black as he is painted.
In His will, our peace.
We have no hope and yet we live in longing.
Love insists the loved loves back