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.
London, thou art the flower of cities all! Gemme of all joy, jasper of jocunditie.
Gem of all joy, jasper of jocundity.
Timor mortis conturbat me. The fear of death disturbs me.
A lawyer who does not know men is handicapped.
All love is lost but upon God alone.