Samuel Daniel Quotes

The fairest flower that ever saw the light.

Sacred on earth; designed a saint above!

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.

To spend the time luxuriously Becomes not men of worth.

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

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

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

The absent danger greater still appears;
Less fears he who is near the thing he fears.

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

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.

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

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.