Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite: "Fool!" said my muse to me, "look in thy heart, and write."
Sir Philip Sidney (1554 - 1586)
Source: Astrophel and Stella, 1591
Contributed by: Zaady
Have I caught my heav'nly jewel.
It is the nature of the strong heart, that like the palm tree it strives ever upwards when it is most burdened.
Open suspecting of others comes of secretly condemning ourselves.
Sweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge.
Source: The Defense of Poesy, 1580
Shallow brooks murmur most, deep and silent slide away.
Source: The Arcadia, 1580
With a tale, forsooth, he cometh unto you; with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney corner.
Source: Defence of Poesie, written 1579-80; published 1595
To be ambitious of true honor, of the true glory and perfection of our natures, is the very principle and incentive of virtue.
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.
Ring out your bells! Let mourning show be spread! For Love is dead.
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