To God Be Humble, To Thy Friend

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

Neither Our Vices Nor Our Virtues Further The Poem.

A Lawyer Who Does Not Know Men Is Handicapped.

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.

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.