Philip Sidney Quotes
My true love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange, one for the other given.
Fool, said my muse to me, look in thy heart and write.
Open suspecting others comes of secret condemning themselves.
Then will be the time to die nobly, when you cannot live nobly.
Sweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge.
Each excellent thing, once learned, serves for a measure of all other knowledge
It is a great happiness to be praised of them that are most praiseworthy.
That only disadvantage of honest hearts, credulity.
Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace.
Whether your time call you to live or die,
do both like a prince.
Love gave the wound, which while I breathe will bleed.
Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite:
"Fool," said my Muse to me, "look in thy heart and write."
A fair woman shall not only command without authority but persuade without speaking.
Breathe out the flames which burn within my heart
Love only reading unto me this art.
They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts.
Contentions for trifles can get but a trifling victory.
This is the right conceit of young men, who think then they
speak wiseliest when they cannot understand themselves.
A true knight is fuller of bravery in the midst, than in the beginning of danger.
Beauty, which can give an edge to the bluntest sword.
A dull head thinks of no better way to show himself wise
than by suspecting everything in his way.
The wont of highest hearts, like the palm tree striving most upward
when he is most burdened.
Oh no, her heart is such a citadel,
So fortified with wit, stored with disdain,
That to win it, is all the skill and pain.
Shallow brooks murmur most, deep silent slide away.
O accursed reason, how many eyes thou hast to see thy evils,
and how dim, nay blind, thou art in preventing them.
The ingredients of health and long life, are great temperance, open air, easy labor and little care.
There is no man suddenly either excellently good or extremely evil.
I seek no better warrant than my own conscience.
Nothing is achieved before it be throughly attempted.
If you neglect your work, you will dislike it; if you do it well, you will enjoy it.
What love and beauty be, then all my deed
But copying is, what in her Nature writes.
