Philip Sidney, fully Sir Philip Sidney

Philip
Sidney, fully Sir Philip Sidney
1554
1588

English Poet, Scholar, Soldier and Courtier

Author Quotes

The wand is will; thou, fancy, saddle art, Girt fast by memory; and while I spur My horse, he spurs with sharp desire my heart.

To be rhymed to death as is said to be done in Ireland.

Wickedness may well be compared to a bottomless pit, into which it is easier to keep one's self from falling, than, being fallen, to give one's self any stay from falling infinitely.

The wont of highest hearts, like the palm tree striving most upward when he is most burdened.

To the disgrace of men it is seen, that there are women both more wise to judge what evil is expected, and more constant to bear it when it is happened.

With a tale, for sooth, he comet unto you; with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney corner.

The worst kind of oligarchy is, when men are governed indeed by a few, and yet are not taught to know what those few be whom they should obey.

To those persons who have vomited out of their souls all remnants of goodness, there rests a certain pride in evil; and having else no shadow of glory left them, they glory to be constant in iniquity.

With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face!

Then farewell, world; thy uttermost I see; Eternal Love, maintain thy life in me.

True, that true beauty virtue is indeed, Whereof this beauty can be but a shade, Which elements with mortal mixture breed. True, that on earth we are but pilgrims made, And should in soul up to our country move. True, and yet true that I must Stella love.

Without mounting by degrees, a man cannot attain to high things; and the breaking of the ladder still casteth a man back, and maketh the thing wearisome, which was easy.

Then will be the time to die nobly, when you cannot live nobly.

Unlawful desires are punished after the effect of enjoying; but impossible desires are punished in the desire itself.

Yea, worse than death: death parts both woe and joy: From joy I part, still living in annoy.

There have been many most excellent poets that have never versified, and now swarm many versifiers that need never answer to the name of poets.

We become willing servants to the good by the bonds their virtues lay upon us.

You that do search for every purling spring Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows, And every flower, not sweet perhaps, which grows Near thereabouts into your poesy wring; You that do dictionary's method bring Into your rhymes, running in rattling rows;

There is little hope of equity where rebellion reigns.

Well, begone, begone, I say, Lest that Argus' eyes perceive you.' Oh, unjust Fortunes sway, Which can make me thus to leave you, And from louts to run away.

You will never live to my age without you keep yourself in breath with exercise.

There is no benefit so large that malignity will not lessen it; none so narrow that a good interpretation will not enlarge it.

What doth better become wisdom than to discern what is worthy the living?

Youth ever thinks that good whose goodness or evil he sees not.

There is nothing so great that I fear to do it for my friend; nothing so small that I will disdain to do it for him.

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First Name
Philip
Last Name
Sidney, fully Sir Philip Sidney
Birth Date
1554
Death Date
1588
Bio

English Poet, Scholar, Soldier and Courtier