Samuel Daniel Quotes

Love is a torment of the mind, A tempest everlasting; And Jove hath made it of a kind Not well, nor full, nor fasting.
Samuel Daniel (1562-1619), British poet. Hymen's Triumph. OBEV. Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
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And who, in time, knows whither we may vent The treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores This gain of our best glory shall be sent, T'enrich unknowing nations with our stores? What worlds in th'yet unformed Occident May come refined with th'accents that are ours?
Samuel Daniel (c.1562-1619), British poet, dramatist. repr. In Complete Works, ed. A.B. Grosart (1963). Musophilus, l. 957-962, Poetical Essays (1599).
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And who in time knowes whither we may vent The treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores This gaine of our best glorie shal be sent, T'inrich unknowing Nations with our stores? What worlds in th'yet unformed Occident May come refin'd with th'accents that are ours?
Samuel Daniel (c. 1562-1619), British poet, dramatist. Musophilus, Poetical Essays (1599).
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When your eyes have done their part Thought must length'n it in the heart.
Samuel Daniel (1562-1619), British poet. Tethy's Festival. NoP. Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
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Pleasures are not, if they last; In their passing is their best: Glory is more bright and gay In a flash, and so away.
Samuel Daniel (1562-1619), British poet. Tethy's Festival. NoP. Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
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Are they shadows that we see? And can shadows pleasures give? Pleasures only shadows be, Cast by bodies we conceive;
Samuel Daniel (1562-1619), British poet. Tethy's Festival. NoP. Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
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Suffice they show I lived, and loved thee dear.
Samuel Daniel (1562-1619), British poet. To Delia. OBEV. Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
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Let others sing of knights and paladins In aged accents and untimely words, Paint shadows, in imaginary lines,
Samuel Daniel (1562-1619), British poet. To Delia. OBEV. Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
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Fair is my Love, and cruel as she's fair Her brow shades frowns, although her eyes are sunny; Her smiles are lightning, though her pride despair; And her disdains are gall, her favours honey. A modest maid, decked with a blush of honour, Whose feet do tread green paths of youth and love,
Samuel Daniel (1562-1619), British poet. To Delia. OBEV. Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
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But ah, no more! this must not be foretold, For women grieve to think they must be old.
Samuel Daniel (1562-1619), British poet. To Delia. OBEV. Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
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