Quotes from William Dunbar

Noble men in the quiet of morning hear Indians singing the continent's violent requiem.

Gem of all joy, jasper of jocundity.

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.

Our plesance here is all vain glory,This false world is but transitory.

London, thou art the flower of Cities all.

Yisterday fair up sprang the flouris,This day thai are all slane with schouris;And fowles in forrest that sang cleirNow walkis with a drery cheir;Full caild are baith thair beddis and bouris.

O reverend Chaucere, rose of rethoris all,As in oure tong ane flour imperiall, That raise in Britane evir, quho redis rycht,Thou beris of makaris the triumph riall.

All love is lost but upon God alone.

Scotsmen are metaphisical and emotional, they are sceptical and mystical, they are romantic and ironic, they are cruel and tender, and full of mirth and despair.

A lawyer who does not know men is handicapped.

I that in heill wes and gladnesAm trublit now with gret seiknesAnd feblit with infermite:Timor Mortis conturbat me.

To God be humble, to thy friend be kind, and with thy neighbors gladly lend and borrow; His chance tonight, it maybe thine tomorrow.

Scotsmen are metaphisical and emotional, they are sceptical and mystical, they are romantic and ironic, they are cruel and tender, and full of mirth and despair.

London, thou art the flower of cities all!

All love is lost but upon God alone.

Among my friends love is a payment. It is an old debt for a borrowing foolishly spent.

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.

A lawyer who does not know men is handicapped.

Our pleasance here is all vain glory, This false world is but transitory.

Timor mortis conturbat me. The fear of death disturbs me.

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.