Richard Barnfieldwas an English poet. His obscure though close relationship with William Shakespeare has long made him interesting to scholars. It has been suggested that he was the "rival poet" mentioned in Shakespeare's sonnets... (wikipedia)
All is amiss. Love is dying, faith's defying, heart's denying.
As it fell upon a day in the merry month of May, sitting in a pleasant shade which a grove of myrtles made.
Money is the sovereign queen of all delights - for her, the lawyer pleads, the soldier fights.
As it fell upon a day, / In the merry month of May.
Nothing more certain than uncertainties; / Fortune is full of fresh variety: / Constant in nothing but inconstancy.
Nothing is more certain than uncertainties: / Fortune is full of fresh variety; / Constant in nothing but inconstancy.
If it be sin to love a lovely lad Oh there sin I.
Every one that flatters thee Is no friend in misery. Words are easy, like the wind, Faithful friends are hard to find.
As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made.
Gold is a deep-persuading orator.
He that is thy friend indeed, - He will help thee in thy need: - If thou sorrow, he will weep; - If you wake, he cannot sleep; - Thus of every grief in heart - He with thee doth bear a part.
Love is a fiend, a fire, a heaven, a hell Where pleasure, pain, and sad repentance dwell