Not beauty, no, but virtue rais'd my fires, whose sacred flame did cherish chaste desires. — William Alexander, 1st Earl of Stirling Copy Share Image
How some dare scorn (as if a fabulous lie) that they should rise whom death to dust doth bind -- and like to beasts,… — William Alexander, 1st Earl of Stirling Copy Share Image
The weaker sex, to piety more prone, by rare examples, oft have been renown'd. When many murders were bewail'd by none, an isles whole… — William Alexander, 1st Earl of Stirling Copy Share Image
The stately heavens which glory doth array, are mirrors of God's admirable might; there, whence forth spreads the night, forth springs the day. He… — William Alexander, 1st Earl of Stirling Copy Share Image
Not beauty, no, but virtue rais'd my fires, whose sacred flame did cherish chaste desires. — William Alexander, 1st Earl of Stirling Copy Share Image
No town can keep a man, but men keep towns. — William Alexander, 1st Earl of Stirling Copy Share Image
There whil'st the world prov'd prodigal of breath, the headless trunks lay prostrated in heaps; this field of funerals sacred unto death, did paint… — William Alexander, 1st Earl of Stirling Copy Share Image
While as he yet doth breath extend, no man is blest; behold the end. — William Alexander, 1st Earl of Stirling Copy Share Image
Great conquests trouble, where contempt may please -- the one yields glory, and the other ease. — William Alexander, 1st Earl of Stirling Copy Share Image
