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

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.
Samuel Daniel

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

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

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

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

The stars that have most glory have no rest.
Samuel Daniel

The wise are above books.
Samuel Daniel

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