Samuel Daniel — English Poet born on December 29, 1562, died on October 14, 1619

Samuel Daniel was an English poet and historian... (wikipedia)

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.
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.
The stars that have most glory have no rest.
Custom, that is before all law; Nature, that is above all art.
By adversity are wrought the greatest works of admiration, and all the fair examples of renown, out of distress and misery are grown.