Let Cheerfulness On Happy Fortune Wait.

Even Victors Are By Victories Undone.

…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

Better One Suffer Than A Nation Grieve.

Having Mourned Your Sin, For Outward Eden Lost, Find Paradise Within.

Desire Of Greatness Is A Godlike Sin.