Comfort's In Heaven, And We

The Prize Of All Too Precious You.

So Doth The Greater Glory Dim The Less: A Substitute Shines Brightly As A King Until A King Be By.

Death, As The Psalmist Saith, Is Certain To All, All Shall Die.

Virtue Itself Scapes Not Calumnious Strokes.

Beauty Provoketh Thieves Sooner Than Gold.