Samuel Daniel Quotes

The stars that have most glory have no rest.

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.

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.

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

The greatest works of admiration, And all the fair examples of renown. Out of distress and misery are grown.

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

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!

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; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.

Th aspirer, once attaind unto the top, Cuts off those means by which himself got up.

And for the few that only lend their ear, That few is all the world.

This many-headed monster, Multitude.

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

Flattery, the dangerous nurse of vice.

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

When better cherries are not to be had, We needs must take the seeming best of bad.

This is that rest this vain world lends, To end in death that all things ends.

Man is a Creature of a wilful Head, And hardly driven is, but eas'ly led.

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

So false is faction, and so smooth a liar, As that it never had a side entire.

Sacred religion! mother of form and fear.

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

The wise are above books.

By adversity are wrought the greatest works of admiration, and all the fair examples of renown, out of distress and misery are grown.