"The youth, who pants to gain the amorous prize, Forgets that Heaven with all-discerning eyes Surveys the secret heart; and when desire Has, in possession, quenched its short-lived fire, The devious winds aside each promise bear, And scatter all his solemn vows in air!"

"These friendly words awhile consoled the fair; For grief imparted oft alleviates care."

"Not beauty, wealth, or lineage e'er could raise A woman's name (he said) to height of praise, If not in action chaste."

"Ah! why so rare does cruel Love inspire Two tender bosoms with a mutual fire? Say, whence, perfidious, dost thou pleasure find To sow dissension in the human mind?"

"What has that wretched damsel left to boast, What good on earth, whose virtuous praise is lost?"

"The rose within herself her sweetness closed."

"Better sit still, men say, than rise to fall."

"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."

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

"Base affections fall, when virtue riseth."

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

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

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

"Milton often copies Fairfax, and not his original."

"Fairfax has translated Tasso with an elegance and ease, and at the same time with an exactness, which for that age are surprising."

"Spenser and Fairfax both flourished in the reign of Queen Elizabeth: great masters in our language, and who saw much farther into the beauties of our numbers than those who immediately followed them. Milton was the poetical son of Spenser, and Mr. Waller of Fairfax, for we have our lineal descents and clans as well as other families. Spenser more than once insinuates that the soul of Chaucer was transfused into his body, and that he was begotten by him two hundred years after his decease. Milton has acknowledged to me that Spenser was his original, and many besides myself have heard our famous Waller own that he derived the harmony of his numbers from the Godfrey of Bulloigne, which was turned into English by Mr. Fairfax."

"In regard to Fairfax's poetical powers, they were never called in question, and many scattered beauties are to be found in his Version of Tasso. But it has one very great fault, that of not being sufficiently faithful. [...] There are also other objections. The first arises from the structure of the stanza, which to the generality of readers is irksome. I know, indeed, that on this subject there is a difference of opinion. [...] The second objection is to be found in the quaintness of many of Fairfax's expressions, which, however correct and proper they might have been in those ancient days, (I need hardly say that he wrote in the time of Queen Elizabeth) are now become obsolete, and from the greater polish which our language has acquired, seem to a modern ear unworthy of the dignity of serious poetry."

"They make their fortune who are stout and wise, Wit rules the heavens, discretion guides the skies."

"Oh vanity of man's unstable mind, Puffed up with every blast of friendly wind!"

"His diction is so pure, elegant, and full of graces, and the turn of his lines so perfectly melodious, that one cannot read [his translation] without rapture; and we scarcely imagine the original Italian has greatly the advantage in either, nor is it very probable that while Fairfax can be read, any author will attempt a new translation of Tasso with success."

"I have lit upon Fairfax's 'Godfrey of Bullen,' for half-a-crown. Rejoice with me."

"High state, the bed is where misfortune lies, Mars most unfriendly, when most kind he seems, Who climbeth high, on earth he hardest lights, And lowest falls attend the highest flights."

"Chance in uncertain, fortune double faced,"

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

"Nor love consents that beauty's field lie waste."

"The fear of ill exceeds the evil we fear."

"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."

"Cupid's deep rivers have their shallow fords, His griefs, bring joys; his losses, recompenses; He breeds the sore, and cures us of the pain: Achilles' lance that wounds and heals again."

"Greatest praise, in greatest peril, wons."

"Two inward vultures, Sorrow and Disdain."

"Sorrow, misfortune's son, despair's foul fire."

"A narrow room our glory vain upties, A little circle doth our pride contain, Earth like an isle amid the water lies, Which sea sometime is called, sometime the main, Yet naught therein responds a name so great, It's but a lake, a pond, a marish strait."

"I shall first cite Fairfax, who understood the harmony of numbers better than any person then living, except Spenser. All the world knows his excellent version (or paraphrase rather) of Tasso's Gierusalem liberata."

"The only complete translation is that of Fairfax, which is in stanzas that cannot be read with pleasure by the generality of those who have a taste for English poetry; of which no other proof is necessary than that it appears scarcely to have been read at all: it is not only unpleasant, but irksome, in such a degree, as to surmount curiosity; and more than counterbalance all the beauty of expression and sentiment, which is to be found in that work. I do not flatter myself that I have excelled Fairfax, except in my measure and verisification."

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

"Power constrained is but a glorious slave."

"Remembrance is the life of grief; his grave, Forgetfulness."

"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."

"My mind, Time's enemy, Oblivion's foe, Disposer true of each noteworthy thing."

"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."

"Jealousy is Cupid's food; For the swift steed runs not so fast alone, As when some strain, some strive him to outgone."

"Hard is that heart which beauty makes not soft."

"O poverty, chief of the heavenly brood."

"Fairfax was, it must be confessed, an unfaithful translator, who, if he sometimes expanded the germ of his author to a bright, consummate flower, just as often spoiled what he was trying to improve."

"Fairfax's Tasso, which was so long and so strangely neglected, is now recovering its popularity. Of all the strange caprices of the Public taste, there is none more strange, than the preference which was given to the rhyme-tagged prose of Hoole, over this spirited and truly poetical production of Fairfax."

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

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

"Coward dread lacks order, fear wants art, Deaf to attend, commanded or desired."