Samuel Daniel Quotes

And sport, sweet maid, in season of these years,
And learn to gather flowers before they wither

The fairest flower that ever saw the light.

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.

Minions too great argue a King too weak.

The bounds once overgone that hold men in,
They never stay; but on from bad to worse.
Wrongs do not leave off there where they begin,
But still beget new mischiefs in their course.

Ah! 'tis the silent rhetoric of a look,
That works the league betwixt the states of hearts.

Might,
That makes a title where there is no right.

Sacred religion! mother of form and fear.

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

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

Princes in this case
Do hate the traitor, though they love the treason.

Shame leaves us by degrees.

O blessed letters that combine in one
All ages past, and make one live with all,
By you we do confer with who are gone,
And the dead living unto counsel call:
By you th'unborn shall have communion
Of what we feel, and what doth us befall.

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.

Folly in youth is sin, in age 'tis madness.