Of love
44 Love is sickness full of woe
All remedy refusing
A plant that most by cutting grow
Most barren with best using
Why so?

More we enjoy more it dies
If not enjoyed it sighing cries
Hey ho?

Love is a torment of the mind
A tempest everlasting
And Jove has made it of a kind
Not well, nor full, nor fasting
Why so?

More we enjoy it more it criesdies
If not enjoyed, sighing cries,
Hey, ho?
By Chorus, in Hymen's Triumph (TLN446-460), Samuel Daniel
in Bodleian Library MS English poetry e. 14, f. 20r

And you shall find the greatest enemy
That man can find have is his prosperity. Daniel
By Epistle, in Philotas (Epistle), Samuel Daniel
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 275r (rev)

In court men longest live and keep their ranks
By taking injuries, and giving thanks Daniel
By Chalisthenes, in Philotas (1.1.60-61), Samuel Daniel
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 275r (rev)

Now good my Lord conform you to the rest
Let not your wings be greater then your nest
By Chalisthenes, in Philotas (1.1.156-157), Samuel Daniel
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 275r (rev)

Alas good soul would you have me conceal
That which yourself could not but needs reveal?
By Thais, in Philotas (3.2.967-968), Samuel Daniel
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 275r (rev)

For treason taken ere the birth, doth come
Abortive, and her womb is made her tomb.
By Clitus, in Philotas (3.3.1085-1086), Samuel Daniel
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 275r (rev)

Such the rewards of great employments are
Hate kills in peace, whom fortune spares in war
By Philotas, in Philotas (3.3.1717-1718), Samuel Daniel
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 275r (rev)

When punishment like lightning should appeare
To few men hurt, but unto all men's fear.
By Chorus, in Philotas (3.3.2121-2122), Samuel Daniel
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 275r (rev)

Supple her hart, with hopes of kind relief
Give words of oil, unto her wounds of grief: / - /
By Octavius, in Cleopatra (1.2), Samuel Daniel
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 275r (rev)

My vagabond desires no limits found
For lust is endless, pleasure has no bound.
By Cleopatra, in Cleopatra (1.1.163), Samuel Daniel
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 275r (rev)

In vain does man contend against the stars
For what he seeks to make his wisdom mars
By Rodon, in Cleopatra (4.1.1045-1046), Samuel Daniel
in Bodleian Library MS Rawlinson poetry 117, f. 275r (rev)

Out of Daniel's Philotas
He that will fret at lords and at the rain
is but a fool and grieves himself in vain
By Chalisthenes, in Philotas (1.1.152-153), Samuel Daniel
in British Library Additional MS 18044, f. 142r

Of quietness
Now good my Lord conform you to the rest
Let not your wings be greater than your nest
By Chalisthenes, in Philotas (1.1.156-157), Samuel Daniel
in British Library Additional MS 18044, f. 142r