All is amiss. Love is dying, faith's defying, heart's denying.
– Richard Barnfield
As it fell upon a day in the merry month of May, sitting in a pleasant shade which a grove of myrtles made.
– Richard Barnfield
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.
– Richard Barnfield
If music and sweet poetry agree, as they must needs (the sister and the brother), then must the love be great 'twixt thee and me, because thou lov'st the one, and I the other.
– Richard Barnfield
Money is the sovereign queen of all delights - for her, the lawyer pleads, the soldier fights.