Occupation: Poet Birth: 1574 Death: 1620
Every one that flatters thee Is no friend in misery. Words are easy, like the wind, Faithful friends are hard to find..
Nothing is more certain than uncertainties: / Fortune is full of fresh variety; / Constant in nothing but inconstancy..
As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made..
All is amiss. Love is dying, faith's defying, heart's denying..
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 ….
Love is a fiend, a fire, a heaven, a hell Where pleasure, pain, and sad repentance dwell.
Money is the sovereign queen of all delights - for her, the lawyer pleads, the soldier fights..
If it be sin to love a lovely lad Oh there sin I..
Gold is a deep-persuading orator..