Either I will find a way, or I will make one.
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The only disadvantage of an honest heart is credulity.
Philip SidneyTake thou of me, sweet pillowes, sweetest bed; A chamber deafe of noise, and blind of light, A rosie garland and a weary hed.
Philip SidneyMy true love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange, one for the other given.
Philip SidneyAnd thou my minde aspire to higher things; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust.
Philip SidneySweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge .
Philip SidneyOpen suspecting others comes of secret condemning themselves.
Philip SidneyA fair woman shall not only command without authority but persuade without speaking.
Philip SidneyMy dear, my better half
Philip Sidney....But words came halting forth, wanting Invention's stay, Invention, Nature's child, fled step-dame Study's blows, And others' feet still seemed but strangers in my way. Thus great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes, Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite: "Fool," said my Muse to me, "look in thy heart and write."
Philip SidneyHave I caught my heav'nly jewel.
Philip SidneyThat sweet enemy, France.
Philip SidneySweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge.
Philip SidneyI never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet.
Philip SidneyHigh-erected thoughts seated in the heart of courtesy.
Philip SidneyThey are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts.
Philip SidneyMany-headed multitude.
Philip SidneyThere have been many most excellent poets that never versified, and now swarm many versifiers that need never answer to the name of poets.
Philip SidneyWith a tale forsooth he cometh unto you, with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney corner.
Philip SidneyCertainly, I must confess my own barbarousness, I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet.
Philip SidneyPoetry, a speaking picture... to teach and delight
Philip SidneyIn the sweetly constituted mind of Sir Philip Sidney, it seems as if no ugly thought or unhandsome meditation could find a harbour. He turned all that he touched into images of honour and virtue.
Philip SidneyHard-hearted minds relent and rigor's tears abound, And envy strangely rues his end, in whom no fault was found. Knowledge her light hath lost, valor hath slain her knight, Sidney is dead, dead is my friend, dead is the world's delight.
Philip SidneyShe is her selfe of best things the collection.
Philip SidneyWith a tale forsooth he cometh unto you, with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney corner.
Philip SidneyNature never set forth the earth in so rich tapestry as divers poets have done; neither with pleasant rivers, fruitful trees, sweet-smelling flowers, nor whatsoever else may make the too-much-loved earth more lovely; her world is brazen, the poets only deliver a golden.
Philip Sidney