Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using. – Samuel Daniel
By adversity are wrought the greatest works of admiration, and all the fair examples of renown, out of distress and misery are grown. – Samuel Daniel
Striving to tell his woes, words would not come; For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dumb. – Samuel Daniel
Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been. – Samuel Daniel
