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