Samuel Daniel Quotes

Flattery, the dangerous nurse of vice.

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

The wise are above books.

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.

The stars that have most glory have no rest.

Sacred religion! mother of form and fear.

Striving to tell his woes, words would not come; For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dumb.

Love is a sickness full of woes, all remedies refusing.

We come to know best what men are, in their worse jeopardizes.

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.

Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born; Relive my languish, and restore the light.

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?

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.