Thy Wish Was Father, Harry,

Thou Art As Wise As Thou Art Beautiful

Value Dwells Not In Particular Will; It Holds His Estimate And Dignity As Well Wherein 'tis Precious Of Itself As In The Prizer.

Whose Heart The Accustom'd Sight Of Death Makes Hard.

Charity Itself Fulfills The Law. And Who Can Sever Love From Charity?

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