He no longer knew whether he was able to do so when a child.

Since his beard had grown, at any rate, his eyes had remained dry.

The words of the Roman satirist, that tears were the best portion of all human life, returned to his memory.

Would he himself ever experience the relief which they were said to afford the human heart?
But who among the living would he have deemed worthy of them?
When his insane mother died, he could not help considering the poor Queen fortunate because Heaven had at last released her from such a condition.
Of the children whom his wife Isabella and Johanna van der Gheynst had given him, he did not even think.

An icy atmosphere emanated from his son Philip which froze every warm feeling that encountered it.