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.
Sir Philip Sidney (1554 - 1586)
Source: Sonnet XXXIX
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
High erected thoughts seated in the heart of courtesy.
Source: The Arcadia, 1580
The only disadvantage of an honest heart is credulity.
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.
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.
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