Clergyman's

In their speech is death, hell in their smile.
- Edward Fairfax

In their speech is death, hell in their smile.
- Edward Fairfax

Nature gives beauty, fortune wealth, in vain.
- Edward Fairfax

The rosy-fingered morn with gladsome ray
Rose to her task from old Tithonus' lap.
- Edward Fairfax

Base affections fall, when virtue riseth.
- Edward Fairfax

The rose within herself her sweetness closed.
- Edward Fairfax

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

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

Better sit still, men say, than rise to fall.
- Edward Fairfax

Remembrance is the life of grief; his grave,
Forgetfulness.
- Edward Fairfax