A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favour rather than silver and gold.

And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them.

Wherefore I praised the dead which are already dead more than the living which are yet alive.

For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain. But if I live in the flesh, this is the fruit of my labour: yet what I shall choose I wot not. For I am in a strait betwixt two, having a desire to depart, and to be with Christ; which is far better:

We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.

Ointment and perfume rejoice the heart: so doth the sweetness of a man's friend by hearty counsel.

Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.

Even unto them will I give in mine house and within my walls a place and a name better than of sons and of daughters: I will give them an everlasting name, that shall not be cut off.

For by it the elders obtained a good report.

And these all, having obtained a good report through faith, received not the promise:

Dead flies cause the ointment of the apothecary to send forth a stinking savour: so doth a little folly him that is in reputation for wisdom and honour.

The light of the eyes rejoiceth the heart: and a good report maketh the bones fat.

Notwithstanding in this rejoice not, that the spirits are subject unto you; but rather rejoice, because your names are written in heaven.

The righteous perisheth, and no man layeth it to heart: and merciful men are taken away, none considering that the righteous is taken away from the evil to come. He shall enter into peace: they shall rest in their beds, each one walking in his uprightness.

For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.

There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest.

It is like the precious ointment upon the head, that ran down upon the beard, even Aaron's beard: that went down to the skirts of his garments;

And supper being ended, the devil having now put into the heart of Judas Iscariot, Simon's son, to betray him;

How fair is thy love, my sister, my spouse! how much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices!