London, Thou Art The Flower Of Cities

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

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

A Lawyer Who Does Not Know Men Is Handicapped.

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.