Samuel Daniel

Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Brother to Death, in silent darkness born;
Relive my languish, read more

Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Brother to Death, in silent darkness born;
Relive my languish, and restore the light.

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, read more

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.

And who in time knows whither we may vent the treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores this gain read more

And who in time knows whither we may vent the treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores this gain of our best glories shall be sent, 't unknowing Nations with our stores? What worlds in the yet unformed Occident may come refined with the accents that are ours?

As that the walls worn thin, permit the mind
To look out through, and his Frailty find.

As that the walls worn thin, permit the mind
To look out through, and his Frailty find.

The key of the fields (street).
[Fr., La clef des champs.]

The key of the fields (street).
[Fr., La clef des champs.]