Quotes By 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.

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.

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

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