In short: the cities endure a ruler, the nobles gather round him and need him.
No real good will be accomplished until noble, burgher and peasant cheerfully yield to him, and unite to battle under his leadership for the highest blessings of life." "Right," said Van flout.

"The well-disposed nobility may well serve as an example to the governing classes here and in the other cities, but the people, the poor hard-working people, know what is coming and, thank God, have not yet lost a hearty love for what you call the highest blessings of life.

They wish to be and remain Hollanders, curse the Spanish butchers with eloquent hatred, desire to serve God according to the yearning of their own souls, and believe what their own hearts dictate-and these men call the Prince their Father William.

Wait a little! As soon as trouble oppresses us, the poor and lowly will stand firm, if the rich and great waver and deny the good cause." "They are to be trusted," said Van der Werff, "firmly trusted." "And because I know them," cried Van Hout, "we shall conquer, with God's assistance, come what may." Janus Dousa had been looking into his glass.
Now he raised his head and with a hasty gesture, said: "Strange that those who toil for existence with their hands, and whose uncultured brains only move when their daily needs require it, are most ready to sacrifice the little they possess, for spiritual blessings." "Yes," said the pastor, "the kingdom of heaven stands open to the simple-hearted.

It is strange that the poor and unlearned value religion, liberty and their native land far more than the perishable gifts of this world, the golden calf around which the generations throng." "My companions are not flattered to-day," replied Dirk Smaling; "but I beg you to remember in our favor, that we are playing a great and dangerous game, and property-holders must supply the lion's share of the stake." "By no means," retorted Van Hout, "the highest stake for which the die will be cast is life, and this has the same value to rich and poor.
Those who will hold back--I think I know them--have no plain motto or sign, but a proud escutcheon over their doors.