Marry In Haste, Repent At Leisure.

Wounds Sustained For The Sake Of Conscience Carry Their Own Balsam With The Blow.

Thou Hast Had Thty Day, Old Dame, But Thy Sun Has Long Been Set. Thou Art Now The Very Emblem Of An Old Warhorse Turned Out On The Barren Heath; Thou Hast Had Thy Paces In Thy Time, But Now A Broken Amble Is The Best Of Them.

I Will Tear This Folly From My Heart, Though Every Fibre Bleed As I Rend It Away!

Hail To The Chief Who In Triumph Advances!

Is Death The Last Sleep? No, It Is The Last And Final Awakening.