Love is a fiend, a fire, a heaven, a hell Where pleasure, pain, and sad repentance dwell — Richard Barnfield
Nothing is more certain than uncertainties: / Fortune is full of fresh variety; / — 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
Money is the sovereign queen of all delights – for her, the lawyer pleads, the soldier fights. — Richard Barnfield