While as he yet doth breath extend, no man is blest; behold the end. — William Alexander, 1st Earl of Stirling
How some dare scorn (as if a fabulous lie) that they should — William Alexander, 1st Earl of Stirling
Great conquests trouble, where contempt may please — the one yields glory, — William Alexander, 1st Earl of Stirling
The weaker sex, to piety more prone, by rare examples, oft have — William Alexander, 1st Earl of Stirling
Not beauty, no, but virtue rais’d my fires, whose sacred flame did cherish chaste desires. — William Alexander, 1st Earl of Stirling
There whil’st the world prov’d prodigal of breath, the headless trunks lay — William Alexander, 1st Earl of Stirling
The stately heavens which glory doth array, are mirrors of God’s admirable — William Alexander, 1st Earl of Stirling