Quotes by : Philip Sidney

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

I am not I pity the tale of me.

Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust,And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things!Grow rich in....

But hereto is replied that the poets give names to men they write of, which argueth a conceit of an actual....

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

Come, Sleep; O Sleep! the certain knot of peace,The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe,The poor man's....

Over-mastered by some thoughts, I yeelded an inckie tribute unto them.

Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite:"Fool!" said my muse to me, "look in thy heart, and write.....

It is not good to wake a sleeping lion.

My dear my better half.