Ring out your bells! Let mourning show be spread! For Love is dead.
Sir Philip Sidney (1554 - 1586)
Source: The Arcadia, 1580
Contributed by: Zaady
Thy necessity is yet greater than mine.
Source: Said on the battlefield, September 22, 1586, on giving his water bottle to a dying soldier.
They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts.
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face!
There have been many most excellent poets that have never versified, and now swarm many versifiers that need never answer to the name of poets.
Source: Defence of Poesie, written 1579-80; published 1595
It is great happiness to be praised of them who are most praiseworthy.
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.
The ingredients of health and long life, are great temperance, open air, easy labor, and little care.
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