Samuel Daniel
Custom, that is before all law; Nature, that is above all art.Collection: Nature
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.Collection: Morning
The stars that have most glory have no rest.Collection: Nature
By adversity are wrought the greatest works of admiration, and all the fair examples of renown, out of distress and misery are grown.Collection: Fear
Love is a sickness full of woes, all remedies refusing.Collection: Love Is
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.Collection: Love
This many-headed monster, Multitude.Collection: Monsters
We come to know best what men are, in their worse jeopardizes.Collection: Men
Flattery, the dangerous nurse of vice.Collection: Nurse
The absent danger greater still appears less fears he who is near the thing he fears.Collection: Danger
Th aspirer, once attaind unto the top, Cuts off those means by which himself got up.Collection: Success
The wise are above books.Collection: Wise
Striving to tell his woes, words would not come; For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dumb.Collection: Grief
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: Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn Without the torment of the night's untruth.Collection: Brother
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?Collection: Communication
But years hath done this wrong, To make me write too much, and live too long.Collection: Writing
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born; Relive my languish, and restore the light.Collection: Brother
Sacred religion! mother of form and fear.Collection: Mother