Philip Sidney, fully Sir Philip Sidney

Philip
Sidney, fully Sir Philip Sidney
1554
1588

English Poet, Scholar, Soldier and Courtier

Author Quotes

Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, That she, dear she, might take some pleasure of my pain, Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know, Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain, I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe:

Our erected wit maketh us to know what perfection is.

The just, though they hate evil, yet give men a patient hearing; hoping that they will show proofs that they are not evil.

In victory the hero seeks the glory, not the prey.

Malice, in its false witness, promotes its tale with so cunning a confusion, so mingles truths with falsehoods, surmises with certainties, causes of no moment with matters capital, that the accused can absolutely neither grant nor deny, plead innocence nor confess guilt.

Poetry ... is ... a speaking picture, with this end: to teach and delight.

The lightsome countenance of a friend giveth such an inward decking to the house where it lodgeth, as proudest palaces have cause to envy the gilding.

It is a great happiness to be praised of them that are most praiseworthy.

Men are almost always cruel on their neighbors' faults, and make the overthrow of others the badge of their own ill-masked virtue.

Reason cannot show itself more reasonable than to leave reasoning on things above reason.

The many-headed multitude, whom inconstancy only by accident doth guide to well-doing! - Who can set confidence there, where company takes away shame, and each may lay the fault upon his fellow.

It is a lively spark of nobleness to descend in most favor to one when he is lowest in affliction.

My dear, my better half.

Ring out your bells! Let mourning show be spread! For Love is dead.

The mind itself must, like other things, sometimes be unbent; or else it will be either weakened or broken.

It is doing some service to humanity to amuse innocently; and they know very little of society, who think we can bear to be always employed, either in duties or meditations, without any relaxation.

My true love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange, one for the other given. I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss, There never was a better bargain driven.

Shallow brooks murmur most, deep and silent slide away.

The most servile flattery is lodged the most easily in the grossest capacity; for their ordinary conceit draweth a yielding to their greaters, and then have they not wit to discern the right degree of duty.

It is great happiness to be praised by them who are most praiseworthy.

Night hath closed all in her cloak, Twinkling stars love-thoughts provoke, Danger hence good care doth keep, Jealousy itself doth sleep.

She never dies, but lasteth In life of lover's heart; He ever dies that wasteth In love his chiefest part.

The observances of the church concerning feasts and fasts are tolerably well kept, since the rich keep the feasts and the poor the fasts

It is hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary, and when grace doth most avail.

No sword bites so fiercely as an evil tongue.

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First Name
Philip
Last Name
Sidney, fully Sir Philip Sidney
Birth Date
1554
Death Date
1588
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English Poet, Scholar, Soldier and Courtier