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

Care-Charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Brother to Death, in silent darkness born,
Relieve my languish, and restore the light;
With dark forgetting of my care return.
And let the day be time enough to mourn
The shipwreck of my ill adventured youth

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

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