Love Is A Fiend, A Fire, A

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

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.

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.