Our new heraldry is hands, not hearts.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Othello. Act iii. Sc. 4.

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r,

And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,

Await alike the inevitable hour.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 9.