On the throne, one has many worries; and remorse is the one that weighs the least.
Sun, I come to see you for the last time.
Love is not dumb. The heart speaks many ways.
I have pushed virtue to outright brutality.
He who bridles the fury of the billows knows also to put a stop to the secret plans of the wicked. Submitting with respect to His holy will, I fear God, and have no other fear.
Sir, that much prudence calls for too much worry; I cannot foresee misfortunes so far away.