Philip Sidney

The ingredients of health and long life, are great temperance, open air, easy labor, and little care.

— Philip Sidney

Either I will find a way, or I will make one.

— Philip Sidney

Either I will find a way, or I will make one.

— Philip Sidney

The ingredients of health and long life, are great temperance, open air, easy labor, and little care.

— Philip Sidney

I am not I; pity the tale of me.

— Philip Sidney

My true love hath my heart, and I have his,By just exchange, one for the other given.

— Philip Sidney

As in geometry, the oblique must be known, as well as the right; and in arithmetic, the odd as well as the even; so in actions of life, who seeth not the filthiness of evil, wanteth a great foil to perceive the beauty of virtue.

— Philip Sidney

And thou my minde aspire to higher things;Grow rich in that which never taketh rust.

— Philip Sidney

Open suspecting others comes of secret condemning themselves.

— Philip Sidney

Many-headed multitude.

— Philip Sidney

Who shoots at the mid-day sun, though he be sure he shall never hit the mark, yet as sure he is he shall shoot higher than who aims but at a bush.

— Philip Sidney

A fair woman shall not only command without authority but persuade without speaking.

— Philip Sidney

....But words came halting forth, wanting Invention's stay,"Fool," said my Muse to me, "look in thy heart and write."

— Philip Sidney

Come sleep, O sleep, the certain knot of peace,The indifferent judge between the high and low.

— Philip Sidney

That sweet enemy, France.

— Philip Sidney

Stella, think not that I by verse seek fame,If thou praise not, all other praise is shame.

— Philip Sidney

There have been many most excellent poets that never versified, and now swarm many versifiers that need never answer to the name of poets.

— Philip Sidney

With a tale forsooth he cometh unto you, with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney corner.

— Philip Sidney

Certainly, I must confess my own barbarousness, I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet.

— Philip Sidney

Poetry, a speaking picture... to teach and delight

— Philip Sidney

The poet...nothing affirmeth, and therefore never lieth.

— Philip Sidney