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. |
As it fell upon a day, / In the merry month of May. |
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. |
Money is the sovereign queen of all delights - for her, the lawyer pleads, the soldier fights. |
Nothing more certain than uncertainties; / Fortune is full of fresh variety: / Constant in nothing but inconstancy. |