Samuel Daniel Quotes

Unless above himself he can
Erect himself, how poor a thing is man!

When better choices are not to be had,
We needs must take the seeming best of bad.

Man is a creature of a wilful head,
And hardly driven is, but eas'ly led.

Sweet, silent rhetoric of persuading eyes,
Dumb eloquence, whose power doth move the blood
More than the words or wisdom of the wise.

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

Pity is sworn servant unto love;
And thus be sure, wherever it begin
To make the way, it lets the master in.

The stars that have most glory have no rest.

For women grieve to think they must be old.

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 enjoy’d, it sighing cries— Heigh ho!Love is a torment of the mind, A tempest everlasting;
And Jove hath made it of a kind Not well, nor full nor fasting. Why so?
More we enjoy it, &c.

Thou may’st repent that thou hast scorn’d my tears,
When Winter snows upon thy sable hairs.

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

But years hath done this wrong,
To make me write too much, and live too long.

And you shall find the greatest enemy
A man can have is his prosperity.

For 'tis some ease our sorrows to reveal,
If they to whom we shall impart our woes,
Seem but to feel a part of what we feel,
And meet us with a sigh, but at the close.

Who reproves the lame must go upright.