Samuel Daniel Quotes.
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.
But years hath done this wrong, To make me write too much, and live too long.
This many-headed monster, Multitude.
So false is faction, and so smooth a liar,
As that it never had a side entire.
As that it never had a side entire.
The absent danger greater still appears less fears he who is near the thing he fears.
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!
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!
Striving to tell his woes, words would not come; For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dumb.
Th aspirer, once attaind unto the top, Cuts off those means by which himself got up.
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.
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.
By adversity are wrought the greatest works of admiration, and all the fair examples of renown, out of distress and misery are grown.
Sacred religion! mother of form and fear.
And for the few that only lend their ear,
That few is all the world.
That few is all the world.
This is that rest this vain world lends,
To end in death that all things ends.
To end in death that all things ends.
Love is a sickness full of woes, all remedies refusing.
We come to know best what men are, in their worse jeopardizes.
Man is a Creature of a wilful Head,
And hardly driven is, but eas’ly led.
And hardly driven is, but eas’ly led.
When better cherries are not to be had,
We needs must take the seeming best of bad.
We needs must take the seeming best of bad.
Custom, that is before all law; Nature, that is above all art.
Thus doth the ever-changing course of things
Run a perpetual circle, ever turning;
And that same day, that highest glory brings,
Brings us unto the point of back-returning.
Run a perpetual circle, ever turning;
And that same day, that highest glory brings,
Brings us unto the point of back-returning.
The wise are above books.
And who in time knows whither we may vent the treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores this gain of our best glories shall be sent, ‘t unknowing Nations with our stores? What worlds in the yet unformed Occident may come refined with the accents that are ours?
The greatest works of admiration,
And all the fair examples of renown.
Out of distress and misery are grown.
And all the fair examples of renown.
Out of distress and misery are grown.
