Gem Of All Joy, Jasper Of Jocundity.

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

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

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.

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