Edward Fairfax Quotes

Aurora bright her crystal gates unbarred,
And bridegroom-like forth stept the glorious sun.

Two inward vultures, Sorrow and Disdain.

The brazen trump of iron-winged fame,
That mingleth faithful troth with forged lies.

Chance in uncertain, fortune double faced,

The golden sun rose from the silver wave,
And with his beams enamelled every green.

O poverty, chief of the heavenly brood.

They make their fortune who are stout and wise,
Wit rules the heavens, discretion guides the skies.

Base affections fall, when virtue riseth.

The fear of ill exceeds the evil we fear.

Greatest praise, in greatest peril, wons.

My mind, Time's enemy, Oblivion's foe,
Disposer true of each noteworthy thing.

High state, the bed is where misfortune lies,
Mars most unfriendly, when most kind he seems,
Who climbeth high, on earth he hardest lights,
And lowest falls attend the highest flights.

From whence with grace and goodness compassed round,
He ruleth, blesseth, keepeth all he wrought,
Above the air, the fire, the sea and ground,
Our sense, our wit, our reason and our thought,
Where persons three, with power and glory crowned,
Are all one God, who made all things of naught,
Under whose feet, subjected to his grace,
Sit nature, fortune, motion, time and place. This is the place, from whence like smoke and dust
Of this frail world the wealth, the pomp and power,
He tosseth, tumbleth, turneth as he lust,
And guides our life, our death, our end and hour:
No eye, however virtuous, pure and just,
Can view the brightness of that glorious bower,
On every side the blessed spirits be,
Equal in joys, though differing in degree.

Vile man, begot of clay, and born of dust.

Nature gives beauty, fortune wealth, in vain.