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-- ...

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Sonnet Iii: If So It Hap

If so it hap this offspring of my care,
These fatal Anthems, sad and mournful Songs,
Come to their view, who like afflicted are;
Let them yet sigh their own, and moan my wrongs.
But untouch'd hearts, with unaffected eye,
Approach not to behold so great distress:
Clear-sighted you, soon note what is awry,
Whilst blinded ones mine errors never guess.
You blinded souls whom youth and errors lead,

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