All Is Amiss. Love Is Dying, Faith's

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.

Gold Is A Deep-persuading Orator.

As It Fell Upon A Day In The Merry Month Of May, Sitting In A Pleasant Shade Which A Grove Of Myrtles Made.

Nothing Is More Certain Than Uncertainties: / Fortune Is Full Of Fresh Variety; / Constant In Nothing But Inconstancy.