A Kind Of Excellent Dumb Discourse.

Death Where Is Thy Sting? Love, Where Is Thy Glory?

Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be!

The Smallest Worm Will Turn Being Trodden On, And Doves Will Peck In Safeguard Of Their Brood.

Who Buys A Minute's Mirth To Wail A Week? Or Sell Eternity To Get A Toy? For One Grape Who Will The Vine Destroy?

Where Love Is Great, The Littlest Doubts Are Fear; Where Little Fears Grow Great, Great Love Grows There.