You are my first and only love, and you will be my last--that I swear to you, and upon it you can rely.
Every thing is uncertain and wavering in life.

They have ruined me, lacerated my heart, and there is nothing more in the world which I honor.

Only sycophants and hypocrites surround me, who speculate upon my future greatness; or spies, who would make their fortune today, and therefore spy and hang about me, in order to be paid by the reigning king, and who slander me in order to be favorites of his.

No one at court loves me, not even my wife.

How should she?
She is well aware that I married her only at the command of my royal uncle, and she accepted me almost with detestation, for they had related to her the unhappiness of my first marriage, and the happiness of my first love! She has learned the story of my first wife, Elizabeth von Braunschweig, and that of my only love, Wilhelmine Enke! She obeyed, like myself, the stern command of another, and we were married, as all princes and princesses are, and we have had children, as they do.