Philip Sidney, fully Sir Philip Sidney

Philip
Sidney, fully Sir Philip Sidney
1554
1588

English Poet, Scholar, Soldier and Courtier

Author Quotes

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

If you neglect your work, you will dislike it; if you do it well, you will enjoy it

I willingly confess that it likes me better when I find virtue in a fair lodging than when I am bound to seek it in an ill-favored creature.

I seek no better warrant than my own conscience, nor no greater pleasure than mine own contentation.

A churlish courtesy rarely comes but either for gain or falsehood.

As well the soldier dieth which standeth still, as he that gives the bravest onset.

Either I will find a way, or I will make one

I am no herald to inquire after men's pedigrees: it sufficeth me if I know of their virtues.

A dull head thinks of no better way to show himself wise than by suspecting everything in his way.

Base natures joy to see hard happen to them they deem happy.

Every base occupation makes one sharp in its practice, and dull in every other.

I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet.

A fair woman shall not only command without authority but persuade without speaking.

Be careful to make friendship the child and not the father of virtue, for many are rather good friends than good men; so, although they do not like the evil their friend does, yet they like him who does the evil; and though no counselors of the offence, they yet protect the offender.

Every occasion will catch the senses of the vain man and with that bridle and saddle you may ride him

I on my horse, and Love on me, doth try Our horsemanships, while by strange work I prove A horseman to my horse, a horse to Love,

A great deal of talent is lost to the world for want of a little courage

Beauty and use can so well agree together that of all the trinkets wherewith they are attired there is not one but serves to some necessary purpose.

Fear is far more painful to cowardice than death to true courage.

A noble heart, like the sun, showeth its greatest countenance in its lowest estate.

Beauty, which can give an edge to the bluntest sword.

Fearfulness, contrary to all other vices, maketh a man think the better of another, the worse of himself.

A true knight is fuller of bravery in the midst, than in the beginning of danger.

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

English Poet, Scholar, Soldier and Courtier