And you shall find the greatest enemy A man can have is his prosperity.
Philotas—Tragedy. Dedication, l. 13
But years hath done this wrong, To make me write too much, and live too long.
Philotas—Tragedy. Dedication, l. 106
Folly in youth is sin, in age 'tis madness.
The Tragedy of Cleopatra, Act 3, 2
For 'tis some ease our sorrows to reveal, If they to whom we shall impart our woes, Seem but to feel a part of what we feel, And meet us with a sigh, but at the close.
The Tragedy of Cleopatra, Act 4, 1
Princes in this case Do hate the traitor, though they love the treason.
The Tragedy of Cleopatra, Act 4, 1
The absent danger greater still appears; Less fears he who is near the thing he fears.
The Tragedy of Cleopatra, Act 4, 1
Pity is sworn servant unto love; And thus be sure, wherever it begin To make the way, it lets the master in.
The Queen's Arcadia—Comedy. Act 3, 1
Man is a creature of a wilful head, And hardly driven is, but eas'ly led.
The Queen's Arcadia—Comedy. Act 4, 5
Ah! 'tis the silent rhetoric of a look, That works the league betwixt the states of hearts.
The Queen's Arcadia—Comedy. Act 5, 2
To spend the time luxuriously Becomes not men of worth.
"Ulysses and the Siren", Certain Small Poems (1605)
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using. Why so? More we enjoy it, more it dies; If not enjoy’d, it sighing cries— Heigh ho!Love is a torment of the mind, A tempest everlasting; And Jove hath made it of a kind Not well, nor full nor fasting. Why so? More we enjoy it, &c.
Men do not weigh the stalk for what it was, When once they find her flow’r, her glory, pass.
Delia, Sonnet 32 (35)
1592 & 1594 eds.: "that" for "what"
I that have loved thee thus before thou fadest, My faith shall wax, when thou art in thy waning. The world shall find this miracle in me, That fire can burn when all the matter's spent.
Thou may’st repent that thou hast scorn’d my tears, When Winter snows upon thy sable hairs.
Delia, Sonnet 33 (36)
1592 & 1594 eds.: "golden" for "sable"
For women grieve to think they must be old.
Delia, Sonnet 42 (45)
1592 & 1594 eds.: "And" for "For"
And sport, sweet maid, in season of these years, And learn to gather flowers before they wither
Delia, Sonnet 43 (?)
1592 ed.: "Ah sport" for "And sport"
Care-Charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born, Relieve my languish, and restore the light; With dark forgetting of my care return. And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill adventured youth
Delia, Sonnet 45 (49)
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born.
Delia, Sonnet 48. See John Fletcher: "Care-charming sleep, ..."
When better choices are not to be had, We needs must take the seeming best of bad.
Book ii, Stanza 24
Might, That makes a title where there is no right.
Book ii, Stanza 36
The thing possessed is not the thing it seems.
Book ii, Stanza 104
Who reproves the lame must go upright.
Book iii, Stanza 10
The bounds once overgone that hold men in, They never stay; but on from bad to worse. Wrongs do not leave off there where they begin, But still beget new mischiefs in their course.
Book iv, Stanza 1
He hath nothing done that doth not all.
Book iv, Stanza 14
As that the walls worn thin, permit the mind To look out thorough, and his frailty find. 1
Book iv, Stanza 84.
Compare: "The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made", Edmund Waller, Verses upon his Divine Poesy
Hiller, Geoffrey G.; Groves, Peter L., eds(1998).Samuel Daniel: Selected Poetry and a Defense of Rhyme. Asheville, NC: Pegasus Press. ISBN 978-1889818047. OCLC39116681.
O blessed letters that combine in one All ages past, and make one live with all, By you we do confer with who are gone, And the dead living unto counsel call: By you th'unborn shall have communion Of what we feel, and what doth us befall.
lines 181-186
Sacred religion! mother of form and fear.
Stanza 57
And for the few that only lend their ear, That few is all the world.
Stanza 97
This is the thing that I was born to do.
Stanza 100
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 the yet unformed Occident May come refin'd with th' accents that are ours?
Stanza 163.
Compare: "Westward the course of empire takes its way", George Berkeley, On the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America
A Panegyric Congratulatory to the King's Majesty, &c. (1603)
For ever by Adversity are wrought The greatest Works of Admiration; And all the Fair Examples of Renown, Out of Distress and Misery are grown.
"To Henry Wriothesly, Earl of Southampton"
He that of such a height hath built his mind, And rear'd the dwelling of his thoughts so strong, As neither fear nor hope can shake the frame Of his resolved powers; nor all the wind Of vanity or malice pierce to wrong His settled peace, or to disturb the same; What a fair seat hath he, from whence he may The boundless wastes and wilds of man survey? And with how free an eye doth he look down Upon these lower regions of turmoil? Where all the storms of passions mainly beat On flesh and blood: where honour, power, renown, Are only gay afflictions, golden toil; Where greatness stands upon as feeble feet, As frailty doth; and only great doth seem To little minds, who do it so esteem.
"To the Lady Margaret, Countess of Cumberland", Stanza 1
Unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man!
"To the Lady Margaret, Countess of Cumberland", Stanza 12