221 Quotes by Philip Sidney

Cupid makes it his sport to pull the warrior’s plum.

The scourge of life, and death’s extreme disgrace, The smoke of hell, – that monster called Paine.

My true love hath my heart, and I have his.

Honor, thou strong idol of man’s mind.

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

Come Sleep! Oh Sleep, the certain knot of peace, the baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, the poor man’s wealth, the prisoner’s release, the indifferent judge between the high and low.

No is no negative in a woman’s mouth.

I am no herald to inquire into men’s pedigree; it sufficeth me if I know their virtues.

It depends on education – that holder of the keys which the Almighty hath put into our hands – to open the gates which lead to virtue or to vice, to happiness or misery.