The old cross slew men; the new cross entertains them. The old cross condemned; the new cross amuses. The old cross destroyed confidence in the flesh; the new cross encourages it.
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Fear not of evil.. Everyday dem flesh it grow old Changes of the time take the toll.
Your flesh is killing your spirit. You have forsaken yourself.
Words are sexier than flesh.
Flesh could not keep its glamour, nor eyes their sheen. They would go to nothing soon. But monsters are forever.
As for environments, the kingliest being ever born in the flesh lay in a manger.
But virtue too, as well as vice, is clad in flesh and blood.
Now gae your wa'sTho'anes as gude As ever happit flesh and blude, Yet part we maunthe case sae hard is, Amang the writers and the bardies That lang they'll brook the auld I trow, Or neibours cry,'Weel brook the new'.
Flesh eating is unprovoked murder.