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

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.

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

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.

A lawyer who does not know men is handicapped.