I have heard from the Spaniards' own lips, that they would like to root us out, exterminate us.

If I could only do as I pleased, and were it not for my father, I know what I would do.

My head is so confused.

The burgomaster's speech is driving me out of my wits.
Tell him, Junker, I beseech you, tell him I hate the Spaniards and it would be my pride to be a Netherlander." Both had continued their walk, and as they approached the burgomaster's house, the captain, who had listened to the youth with joyful surprise, said: "You're cut from good timber, Junker, and on the way to the right goal.
Only keep Herr Peter's speech in your mind, and remember what you have learned in history.

To whom belong the shining purple pages in the great book of national history?
To the tyrants, their slaves and eye-servants, or the men who lived and died for liberty?
Hold up your head.