Bold Knaves Thrive Without One

Parting Is Worse Than Death; It Is Death Of Love!

Virtue In Distress, And Vice In Triumph Make Atheists Of Mankind.

…so When The Last And Dreadful Hour This Crumbling Pageant Shall Devour, The Trumpet Shall Be Heard On High, The Dead Shall Live, The Living Die, And Music Shall Untune The Sky

Revealed Religion First Informed Thy Sight, And Reason Saw Not Till Faith Sprung To Light.

That Gloomy Outside, Like A Rusty Chest, Contains The Shoring Treasure Of A Soul Resolved And Brave.