All Is Amiss. Love Is Dying, Faith's

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.

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.

Love Is A Fiend, A Fire, A Heaven, A Hell Where Pleasure, Pain, And Sad Repentance Dwell