Sir Philip Sidney

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.

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.

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.