All Is Amiss. Love Is Dying, Faith's

Gold Is A Deep-persuading Orator.

Every One That Flatters Thee Is No Friend In Misery. Words Are Easy, Like The Wind, Faithful Friends Are Hard To Find.

All Is Amiss. Love Is Dying, Faith's Defying, Heart's Denying.

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

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