Samuel Daniel

(1562 - 1620 / England)

Samuel Daniel Poems

41. Sonnet Xlix: How Long 1/3/2003
42. Sonnet Xlv: Delia, These Eyes 1/3/2003
43. Sonnet Xlvi: Fair And Lovely Maid 1/3/2003
44. Sonnet Xlvii: Read In My Face 1/3/2003
45. Sonnet Xlviii: My Cynthia 1/3/2003
46. Sonnet Xv: If That A Loyal Heart 1/3/2003
47. Sonnet Xvi: Happy In Sleep 1/3/2003
48. Sonnet Xvii: Why Should I Sing In Verse 1/3/2003
49. Sonnet Xviii: Since The First Look 1/3/2003
50. Sonnet Xx: What It Is To Breathe 1/3/2003
51. Sonnet Xxi: If Beauty Thus Be Clouded 1/3/2003
52. Sonnet Xxii: Come Time 1/3/2003
53. Sonnet Xxiii: Time, Cruel Time 1/3/2003
54. Sonnet Xxiv: These Sorrowing Sighs 1/3/2003
55. Sonnet Xxix: Whilst By Her Eyes Pursu'D 1/3/2003
56. Sonnet Xxv: False Hope Prolongs 1/3/2003
57. Sonnet Xxvi: Look In My Griefs 1/3/2003
58. Sonnet Xxvii: Oft And In Vain 1/3/2003
59. Sonnet Xxviii: Reign In My Thoughts 1/3/2003
60. Sonnet Xxx: Still In The Trace 1/3/2003
61. Sonnet Xxxi: Oft Do I Muse 1/3/2003
62. Sonnet Xxxii: Like As The Spotless Ermelin 1/3/2003
63. Sonnet Xxxiii: My Cares Draw 1/3/2003
64. Sonnet Xxxiv: The Star Of My Mishap 1/3/2003
65. Sonnet Xxxix: Look, Delia 1/3/2003
66. Sonnet Xxxv: And Yet I Cannot 1/3/2003
67. Sonnet Xxxvi: Raising My Hopes 1/3/2003
68. Sonnet Xxxvii: O Why Doth Delia 1/3/2003
69. Sonnet Xxxviii: I Once May See 1/3/2003
70. The Civil Wars (Excerpts) 1/1/2004
71. Ulysses And The Siren 1/4/2003
Best Poem of Samuel Daniel

Love Is A Sickness

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, more it dies;
If not enjoy'd, it sighing cries-- ...

Read the full of Love Is A Sickness

Sonnet Liii: Drawn

Drawn by th'attractive virtue of her eyes,
My touch'd heart turns it to that happy coast;
My joyful North, where all my fortune lies,
The level of my hopes desired most.
There where my Delia , fairer than the Sun,
Deckt with her youth whereon the world smileth,
Joys in that honor which her beauty won,
Th'eternal volume which her fame compileth.
Flourish, fair Albion, glory of the North,

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