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… — Samuel Daniel Copy Share Image
But years hath done this wrong, To make me write too much, and live too long. — Samuel Daniel Copy Share Image
So false is faction, and so smooth a liar, As that it never had a side entire. — Samuel Daniel Copy Share Image
Man is a Creature of a wilful Head, And hardly driven is, but eas'ly led. — Samuel Daniel Copy Share Image
“O blessed Letters, that combine in one All ages past, and make one live with all: By you we doe conferre with who are… — Samuel Daniel Copy Share Image
When better cherries are not to be had, We needs must take the seeming best of bad. — Samuel Daniel Copy Share Image
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using. Why so?… — Samuel Daniel Copy Share Image
Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show… — Samuel Daniel Copy Share Image
Striving to tell his woes, words would not come; For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dumb. — Samuel Daniel Copy Share Image
