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
He cometh unto with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney corner.
Source: The Defense of Poesy, 1580
My dear, my better half.
Source: The Arcadia, 1580
Either I will find a way, or I will make one.
A true knight is fuller of bravery in the midst, than in the beginning of danger.
No sword bites so fiercely as an evil tongue.
Each excellent thing, once learned, serves for a measure of all other knowledge.
Fearfulness, contrary to all other vices, maketh a man think the better of another, the worse of himself.
Commonly they must use their feet for defense whose only weapon is their tongue.
The best legacy I can leave my children is free speech, and the example of using it.
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