Samuel Daniel

(1562 - 1620 / England)

Samuel Daniel Poems

41. Sonnet Xi: Tears, Vows, And Prayers 1/3/2003
42. Sonnet X: O Then I Love 1/3/2003
43. Sonnet Viii: Thou Poor Heart 1/3/2003
44. Sonnet Vii: O Had She Not Been Fair 1/3/2003
45. Sonnet Vi: Fair Is My Love 1/3/2003
46. Sonnet V: Whilst Youth And Error 1/3/2003
47. Sonnet Lx: Lo, Here The Impost 1/3/2003
48. Sonnet Lviii: None Other Fame 1/3/2003
49. Sonnet Lvii: Like As The Lute 1/3/2003
50. Sonnet Lvi: As To The Roman 1/3/2003
51. Sonnet Lv: Let Others Sing 1/3/2003
52. Sonnet Lix: Unhappy Pen 1/3/2003
53. Sonnet Liv: Care-Charmer Sleep 1/3/2003
54. Sonnet Liii: Drawn 1/3/2003
55. Sonnet Lii: O Whether 1/3/2003
56. Sonnet Li: I Must Not Grieve My Love 1/3/2003
57. Sonnet L: Beauty, Sweet Love 1/3/2003
58. Sonnet Ix: If This Be Love 1/3/2003
59. Sonnet Iv: These Plaintive Verses 1/3/2003
60. Sonnet Iii: If So It Hap 1/3/2003
61. Sonnet Ii: Go, Wailing Verse 1/3/2003
62. Sonnet I: Unto The Boundless Ocean 1/3/2003
63. Musophilus Containing A General Defence Of All Learning (Ex 1/1/2004
64. Love Is A Sickness 1/4/2003
65. Delia: Xxxi (1592 Version): Look, Delia, How We 'steem The 1/1/2004
66. Delia Xxxiii: When Men Shall Find Thy Flower, Thy Glory, Pa 1/1/2004
67. Delia Xlvi: Let Others Sing Of Knights And Paladines 1/1/2004
68. Delia Xlv: Care-Charmer Sleep, Son Of The Sable Night 1/1/2004
69. Delia Vi: Fair Is My Love, And Cruel As She's Fair 1/1/2004
70. Beauty, Time, And Love 1/4/2003
71. Another Song [are They Shadows That We See?] 2/17/2015
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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