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.

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.

Gem of all joy, jasper of jocundity.

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.

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

A lawyer who does not know men is handicapped.