Patience, a praise; forbearance is a treasure;
Sufferance, an angel is; a monster, rage.
Edward Fairfax Quotes
1580–1635 England
Edward Fairfax (1580? – 27 January 1635) was an English translator.
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35 quotes
Remembrance is the life of grief; his grave,
Forgetfulness.
Nature gives beauty, fortune wealth, in vain.
Base affections fall, when virtue riseth.
The fear of ill exceeds the evil we fear.
Nor love consents that beauty's field lie waste.
Hard is that heart which beauty makes not soft.
Better sit still, men say, than rise to fall.
Vile man, begot of clay, and born of dust.
Power constrained is but a glorious slave.
Oh vanity of man's unstable mind,
Puffed up with every blast of friendly wind!
Sorrow, misfortune's son, despair's foul sire.
Sorrow, misfortune's son, despair's foul fire.
The rose within herself her sweetness closed.
Greatest praise, in greatest peril, wons.
The golden sun rose from the silver wave,
And with his beams enamelled every green.
Coward dread lacks order, fear wants art,
Deaf to attend, commanded or desired.
Wayward beauty doth not fancy move,
A frown forbids, a smile engendereth love.
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