Edward Fairfax Quotes

Greatest praise, in greatest peril, wons.

The fear of ill exceeds the evil we fear.

Sorrow, misfortune's son, despair's foul sire.

Out of the hierarchies of angels sheen
The gentle Gabriel called he from the rest,
'Twixt God and souls of men that righteous been
Ambassador is he, forever blest,
The just commands of Heaven's Eternal King,
'Twixt skies and earth, he up and down doth bring.

Women have tongues of craft, and hearts of guile,
They will, they will not, fools that on them trust,
For in their speech is death, hell in their smile.

Power constrained is but a glorious slave.

Base affections fall, when virtue riseth.

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

The rose within herself her sweetness closed.

Wayward beauty doth not fancy move,
A frown forbids, a smile engendereth love.

Chance in uncertain, fortune double faced,

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.

Hard is that heart which beauty makes not soft.

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

Nature gives beauty, fortune wealth, in vain.