39 Quotes by Samuel Daniel

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.

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

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?

Sacred religion! mother of form and fear.

Man is a creature of a willful head, And hardly driven is, but eas'ly led.

The wise are above books.

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

Flattery, the dangerous nurse of vice.

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