If It Be Sin To Love A

Love Is A Fiend, A Fire, A Heaven, A Hell Where Pleasure, Pain, And Sad Repentance Dwell

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.

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

Money Is The Sovereign Queen Of All Delights - For Her, The Lawyer Pleads, The Soldier Fights.