Neither Our Vices Nor Our Virtues Further

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

Neither Our Vices Nor Our Virtues Further The Poem.

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.

A Lawyer Who Does Not Know Men Is Handicapped.

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