Chapter

 1 1 |       becoming Stadtholder. But God laughs at the presumption
 2 2 |    Antwerp." ~"With the help of God, Cornelius, we'll at least
 3 2 |   nothing but of flowers and of God who made them. You have
 4 3 |         most perfect coolness; "God alone knows what is going
 5 3 |        my child. Why should not God speak by your mouth?" ~"
 6 3 |    never express our gratitude. God will reward you for having
 7 3 |           But our prisoners?" ~"God will watch over them, and
 8 4 |     said John to the coachman, "God commands man to do all that
 9 4 |      noble as he in the eyes of God and man. ~       ~
10 5 |        arousing the jealousy of God. ~Soon people from Dort
11 6 |    despise flowers is to offend God." ~From that premise the
12 6 |    despise flowers is to offend God. ~"The more beautiful the
13 6 |        the more does one offend God in despising it. ~"The tulip
14 6 |      despises the tulip offends God beyond measure." ~By reasoning
15 9 |        had rendered his soul to God. Then, taking up his cresset,
16 9 |        all the sufferings which God might ordain for him. ~Then
17 11|         described; I vow before God that I was, and am still,
18 11|         to make your peace with God," said the Recorder, bowing
19 11|       you?" ~"I have worshipped God all my life, I have worshipped
20 11|   although innocent, my soul to God on the scaffold, I bequeath
21 11|         mine combined. ~"So may God grant me mercy, and to her
22 11|         coming to fetch you. Oh God! Oh God!" cried Rosa, wringing
23 11|        to fetch you. Oh God! Oh God!" cried Rosa, wringing her
24 14|    hempseed. ~Chance, or rather God, for we can see the hand
25 14|      for we can see the hand of God in everything, had willed
26 15|        Highness in my heart! If God grants to him all the happiness
27 18|   Crushed, crushed the bulb! my God, my God! crushed!' ~"Then,
28 18|    crushed the bulb! my God, my God! crushed!' ~"Then, turning
29 20| sincerity of your heart. To you God has given the thought and
30 20|    tulip, when it is in danger, God has given nothing of the
31 21|     true, my sweet Rosa. Oh, my God! how wicked men are! What
32 22|       watching from on high, my God," he cried, half prostrate,
33 22|       my sight, O Thou merciful God, Thou pitying Father everlasting!
34 22|           Oh!" muttered he, "my God, my God, Thou dost reward
35 22|        muttered he, "my God, my God, Thou dost reward me for
36 22|       implore the protection of God, who has so kindly watched
37 23|       need of the protection of God. ~        ~       ~
38 26|        reproach yourself before God for having made yourself
39 26|       some proofs, my child?" ~"God, who knows my good right,
40 27|        your hands -- but, thank God! in vain, as it was a stratagem
41 27|        her witnesses." ~"Oh, my God, my God! what infamous falsehoods!"
42 27|    witnesses." ~"Oh, my God, my God! what infamous falsehoods!"
43 27|          I shall prove it. With God's help I shall." ~Then,
44 27|       confidence in the ways of God, broke out in the words, -- ~"
45 28|        He asked himself whether God was just in inflicting so
46 29| resigned himself to his fate. ~"God's will be done," he muttered,