For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,
Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Nothing but truth is lovely, nothing fair.
But I account it worth
All pangs of fair hopes crost—
All loves and honors lost,—
To gain the heavens, at cost
Of losing earth.
Too fair to worship, too divine to love.
Fair and sweet is our Heavenly Mother in the sight of our souls; precious and lovely are the Gracious Children in the sight of our Heavenly Mother, with mildness and meekness, and all the fair virtues that belong to children in Nature. For of nature the Child despaireth not of the Mother’s love, of nature the Child presumeth not of itself, of nature the Child loveth the Mother and each one of the other. These are the fair virtues, with all other that be like, wherewith our Heavenly Mother is served and pleased.
All is fair in love and war
We give our intent to love and meekness, by the working of mercy and grace we are made all fair and clean.
The demand for equal rights in every vocation of life is just and fair; but, after all, the most vital right is the right to love and be loved.
Too fair to worship, too divine to love.
Only miscalculation could kill you in interstellar war. The equations were hard but they were fair.