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.

I that have loved thee thus before thou fadest, My faith shall wax, when thou art in thy waning. The world shall find this miracle in me, That fire can burn when all the matter’s spent.