Quotes from Samuel Daniel

Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been.

The wise are above books.

Striving to tell his woes, words would not come; For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dumb.

These are the arks, the trophies, I erect,That fortify thy name against old age.

Let others sing of knights and paladinsIn aged accents and untimely words.

Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,Brother to Death, in silent darkness born.

This is the thing that I was born to do.

Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been.

By adversity are wrought the greatest works of admiration, and all the fair examples of renown, out of distress and misery are grown.

O blessed Letters, that combine in one All ages past, and make one live with all: By you we doe conferre with who are gone, And the dead-living unto councell call: By you th' unborne shall have communion Of what we feele, and what doth us befall.

love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing

The world shall find this miracle in me, that fire can burn when all matter's spent.

Unto the boundless Ocean of thy beauty Runs this poor river, charged with streams of zeal: Returning thee the tribute of my duty, Which here my love, my youth, my plaints reveal.

I that have loved thee thus before thou fadest, My faith shall wax, when thou art in thy waning. The world shall find this miracle in me, That fire can burn when all the matter's spent; Then what my faith hath been thyself shall see, And that thou wast unkind thou mayst repent.

We come to know best what men are, in their worse jeopardizes.

Love is a sickness full of woes, all remedies refusing.

By adversity are wrought the greatest works of admiration, and all the fair examples of renown, out of distress and misery are grown.

Custom, that is before all law; Nature, that is above all art.

Pow'r above pow'rs! O heavenly eloquence! That with the strong rein of commanding words, Dost manage, guide, and master th' eminence Of men's affections, more than all their swords!

The stars that have most glory have no rest.

Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born; Relive my languish, and restore the light.

And for the few that only lend their ear, That few is all the world.

The greatest works of admiration, And all the fair examples of renown. Out of distress and misery are grown.

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using. Why so? More we enjoy it, more it dies; If not enjoyed, it sighing cries, Hey ho.