WILLIAM DUNBAR

Timor mortis conturbat me. The fear of death disturbs me.

All love is lost but upon God alone.

London, thou art the flower of cities all! Gemme of all joy, jasper of jocunditie.

Our pleasance here is all vain glory, This false world is but transitory.

London, thou art the flower of cities all!

To God be humble, to thy friend be kind, and with thy neighbors gladly lend and borrow; His chance tonight, it maybe thine tomorrow.

Scotsmen are metaphisical and emotional, they are sceptical and mystical, they are romantic and ironic, they are cruel and tender, and full of mirth and despair.

A lawyer who does not know men is handicapped.

Gem of all joy, jasper of jocundity.

I that in heill wes and gladnes Am trublit now with gret seiknes And feblit with infermite: Timor Mortis conturbat me.* * Fear of Death troubles me.

Your law may be perfect, your knowledge of human affairs may be such as to enable you to apply it with wisdom and skill, and yet without individual acquaintance with men, their haunts and habits, the pursuit of the profession becomes difficult, slow, and expensive.

A lawyer who does not know men is handicapped.

Our pleasance here is all vain glory, This false world is but transitory.

London, thou art the flower of cities all!

All love is lost but upon God alone.

Scotsmen are metaphisical and emotional, they are sceptical and mystical, they are romantic and ironic, they are cruel and tender, and full of mirth and despair.

To God be humble, to thy friend be kind, and with thy neighbors gladly lend and borrow; His chance tonight, it maybe thine tomorrow.

Gem of all joy, jasper of jocundity.

London, thou art the flower of cities all! Gemme of all joy, jasper of jocunditie.

Timor mortis conturbat me. The fear of death disturbs me.

I that in heill wes and gladnes Am trublit now with gret seiknes And feblit with infermite: Timor Mortis conturbat me.* * Fear of Death troubles me.