Gem Of All Joy, Jasper Of Jocundity.

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

Neither Our Vices Nor Our Virtues Further The Poem.

Among My Friends Love Is A Payment. It Is An Old Debt For A Borrowing Foolishly Spent.

To God Be Humble, To Thy Friend Be Kind, And With Thy Neighbors Gladly Lend And Borrow; His Chance Tonight, It Maybe Thine Tomorrow.

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.