Among My Friends Love Is A Payment.

London, Thou Art The Flower Of Cities All! Gemme Of All Joy, Jasper Of Jocunditie.

Neither Our Vices Nor Our Virtues Further The Poem.

Gem Of All Joy, Jasper Of Jocundity.

Our Pleasance Here Is All Vain Glory, This False Warld Is But Transitory.

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.