London, Thou Art The Flower Of Cities

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

A Lawyer Who Does Not Know Men Is Handicapped.

All Love Is Lost But Upon God Alone.

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

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