“Over-mastered by some thoughts, I yeelded an inckie tribute unto them.”
“Over-mastered by some thoughts, I yeelded an inckie tribute unto them.”
Philip Sidney
“Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust,And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things!Grow rich in that which never taketh rust:Whatever fades, but fading pleasure brings.Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy mightTo that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be;Which breaks the clouds, and opens forth the light,That doth both shine, and give us sight to see.”
Philip Sidney, The Poems of Sir Philip Sidney“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 bargain better driven.”
Philip Sidney, The Poems of Sir Philip Sidney“If you have so earth-creeping a mind that it cannot lift itself up to look to the sky of poetry... thus much curse I must send you, in the behalf of all poets, that while you live, you live in love, and never get favour for lacking skill of a sonnet; and, when you die, your memory die from the earth for want of an epitaph.”
Philip Sidney“The ingredients of health and long life, are great temperance, open air, easy labor, and little care.”
Philip Sidney“Poesy must not be drawn by the ears: it must be gently led, or rather, it must lead, which was partly the cause that made the ancient learned affirm it was a divine, and no human skill, since all other knowledges lie ready for any that have strength of wit; a poet no industry can make, if his own genius be not carried into it.”
Philip Sidney“It is the nature of the strong heart, that like the palm tree it strives ever upwards when it is most burdened.”
Philip Sidney“They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts.”
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