“The old King is dead. The new King approaches! And at his approach the world sheds its sorrow. The sings of the old King dissolve like morning mist! The world assumes the character of the new. His virtues fill up the wood and world!”
“Red for the blood of Christ, green for his everlasting love, blue for heaven above, and old for the King of Kings.”
“Little by little, the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him.”
“A good man's prayers are golden recompense!" rejoined old Roger Chillingworth, as he took his leave. "Yea, they are the current gold coin of the New Jerusalem, with the King's own mint-mark on them!”
“Are you New World or Old?''Sounds like a novel by Henry James.''Never read him.''Don't. But that was his question and he plumped for the Old.”
“I'm King Of The World!!!”