London, thou art the flower of cities all! Gemme of all joy, jasper of jocunditie. — William Dunbar Copy Share Image
Your law may be perfect, your knowledge of human affairs may be such as to enable you to apply it with wisdom and skill,… — William Dunbar Copy Share Image
I that in heill wes and gladnes Am trublit now with gret seiknes And feblit with infermite: Timor Mortis conturbat me.* * Fear of… — William Dunbar Copy Share Image
To God be humble, to thy friend be kind, and with thy neighbors gladly lend and borrow; His chance tonight, it maybe thine tomorrow. — William Dunbar Copy Share Image
Among my friends love is a payment. It is an old debt for a borrowing foolishly spent. — William Dunbar Copy Share Image
Our pleasance here is all vain glory, This false warld is but transitory. — William Dunbar Copy Share Image
“I that in heill was and gladnèss Am trublit now with great sickness And feblit with infirmitie:- Timor Mortis conturbat me. Our plesance here… — William Dunbar Copy Share Image
Our pleasance here is all vain glory, This false world is but transitory. — William Dunbar Copy Share Image
Scotsmen are metaphisical and emotional, they are sceptical and mystical, they are romantic and ironic, they are cruel and tender, and full of mirth… — William Dunbar Copy Share Image
Noble men in the quiet of morning hear Indians singing the continent's violent requiem. — William Dunbar Copy Share Image
