Edward Fairfax Quotes

Patience, a praise; forbearance is a treasure;
Sufferance, an angel is; a monster, rage.

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

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

Nature gives beauty, fortune wealth, in vain.

Base affections fall, when virtue riseth.

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

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

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

The rose within herself her sweetness closed.

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.

Two inward vultures, Sorrow and Disdain.

The throne of Cupid had an easy stair;
His bark is fit to sail with every wind;
The breach he makes no wisdom can repair.

Greatest praise, in greatest peril, wons.

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.

Chance in uncertain, fortune double faced,