C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Daniel

Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew,

Whose short refresh upon tender green,

Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show,

And straight is gone, as it had never been.

Do not insult calamity:

It is a barb’rous grossness to lay on

The weight of scorn, where heavy misery

Too much already weighs men’s fortunes down.

Pow’r above pow’rs! O heavenly eloquence!

That with the strong rein of commanding words,

Dost manage, guide, and master th’ eminence

Of men’s affections, more than all their swords!

So false is faction, and so smooth a liar,

As that it never had a side entire.

The absent danger greater still appears

Less fears he, who is near the thing he fears.

Thus doth the ever-changing course of things

Run a perpetual circle, ever turning;

And that same day, that highest glory brings,

Brings us unto the point of back-returning.

When better cherries are not to be had,

We needs must take the seeming best of bad.

By adversity are wrought the greatest works of admiration, and all the fair examples of renown, out of distress and misery are grown.

Flattery, the dangerous nurse of vice.

Pity is sworn servant unto love; and of this be sure, wherever it begins to make the way, it lets the master in.

Power above powers! O heavenly eloquence! that, with the strong reign of commanding words, dost manage, guide and master the high eminence of men’s affections!

The absent danger greater still appears; less fears he who is near the thing he fears.

Unless above himself he can erect himself, how poor a thing is man!

We come to know best what men are, in their worse jeopardies.

Wrongs do not leave off there where they begin, but still beget new mischiefs in their course.

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