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William the Silent

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It is not possible for me to bear alone such labours and the burden of such weighty cares as press on me from hour to hour, without one man at my side to help me. I have not a soul to aid me in all my anxieties and toils.
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William showing his unhesitating trust in Providence, as quoted in William the Silent (1902) by Frederic Harrison, p. 75

 
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