Samuel Daniel Quotes

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

Unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man!

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.

O thou whom envy ev’n is force t’admire!