All Is Amiss. Love Is Dying, Faith's

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

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

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.

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.