Noble Men In The Quiet

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.

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

Gem Of All Joy, Jasper Of Jocundity.

Neither Our Vices Nor Our Virtues Further The Poem.

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