Neither Our Vices Nor Our Virtues Further

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.

Noble Men In The Quiet Of Morning Hear Indians Singing The Continent's Violent Requiem.

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.

All Love Is Lost But Upon God Alone.

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