Quotes from Richard Barnfield

Money is the sovereign queen of all delights - for her, the lawyer pleads, the soldier fights.

As it fell upon a dayIn the merry month of May,Sitting in a pleasant shadeWhich a grove of myrtles made.

The waters were his winding sheet, the sea was made for his tomb;Yet for his fame the ocean sea, was not sufficient room.

All is amiss. Love is dying, faith's defying, heart's denying.

All is amiss. Love is dying, faith's defying, heart's denying.

Love is a fiend, a fire, a heaven, a hell Where pleasure, pain, and sad repentance dwell

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.