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.
Sir Philip Sidney (1554 - 1586)
Source: The Arcadia, 1580
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.
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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