Have I caught my heav'nly jewel.
Sir Philip Sidney (1554 - 1586)
Source: Astrophel and Stella, 1591
Contributed by: Zaady
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
Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite: "Fool!" said my muse to me, "look in thy heart, and write."
To be rhymed to death as is said to be done in Ireland.
Come, Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, Th' indifferent judge between the high and low.
Source: Sonnet XXXIX
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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