The Field Of Doom Bears

High Fortune, This In Man's Eye Is God And More Than God Is This.

O Death The Healer, Scorn Thou Not, I Pray, To Come To Me: Of Cureless Ills Thou Art The One Physician. Pain Lays Not Its Touch Upon A Corpse.

There Is A Limit To The Best Of Health, Disease Is Always A Near Neighbor.

When A Man Dies, Flesh Is Frayed And Broken In The Fire, But Not His Will.

Wrong Must Not Win By Technicalities.