The Place Of Charity, Like That Of

Sin, When It Is Finished, Bringeth Forth Death.

What Well-advised Ear Regards What Earth Can Say? Thy Words Are Gold, But Thy Rewards Are Painted Clay.

The Suburbs Of Folly Is Vain Mirth, And Profuseness Of Laughter Is The City Of Fools.

Blessedness Is Promised To The Peacemaker, Not To The Conqueror.

Gold Is Caesar's Treasure, Man Is God's; Thy Gold Hath Caesar's Image, And Thou Hast God's.