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• And for the few that only lend their ear, That few is all the world.
  -- Samuel Daniel (1562-1619) -- Musophilus, Stanza 97...
• Sacred religion! mother of form and fear. -- Samuel Daniel (1562-1619) -- Musophilus, Stanza 57
• Unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man!
  -- Samuel Daniel (1562-1619) -- To the Countess of Cumberland, Stanza 12...
• And who (in time) knows whither we may vent The treasure of our tongue?
  To what strange shores This gain of our best glory shall be sent T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores?...
• Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born.
  -- Samuel Daniel (1562-1619) -- To Delia, Sonnet 51...
• As that the walls worn thin, permit the mind To look out thorough, and his frailty find.
  -- Samuel Daniel (1562-1619) -- History of the Civil War, Book iv, Stanza 84...
• I was born an American; I will live an American; I shall die an American.
  -- Daniel Webster (1782-1852) -- Speech, July 17, 1850, p. 437...
• The major sin is the sin of being born. -- Samuel Becke
• I do not mind lying, but I hate inaccuracy. -- Samuel Butle