My thoughts, imprisoned in my secret woes, with flamy breaths do issue oft in sound. Philip Sidney More Quotes by Philip Sidney More Quotes From Philip Sidney Often extraordinary excellence, not being rightly conceived, does rather offend than please. Philip Sidney pleaseexcellencedoe Ring out your bells! Let mourning show be spread! For Love is dead. Philip Sidney bellsmourninglove No decking sets forth anything so much as affection. Philip Sidney affection To be rhymed to death as is said to be done in Ireland. Philip Sidney donesaiddeath But words came halting forth, wanting Invention's stay; Philip Sidney heartwritingchildren High-erected thoughts seated in the heart of courtesy. Philip Sidney courtesyheart The end of all knowledge should be in virtuous action. Philip Sidney endsactionknowledge Who will adhere to him that abandons himself? Philip Sidney abandonself I am no herald to inquire into men's pedigree; it sufficeth me if I know their virtues. Philip Sidney pedigreevirtuemen A noble heart, like the sun, showeth its greatest countenance in its lowest estate. Philip Sidney nobleheartcharacter Open suspecting of others comes of secretly condemning ourselves. Philip Sidney condemningsuspiciondoubt Doing good is the only certainly happy action of a man's life. Philip Sidney goodnessactionmen Weigh not so much what men assert, as what they prove. Truth is simple and naked, and needs not invention to apparel her comeliness. Philip Sidney simpletruthmen Plato found fault that the poets of his time filled the world with wrong opinions of the gods, making light tales of that unspotted essence, and therefore would not have the youth depraved with such opinions. Philip Sidney lightessenceplato Our erected wit maketh us to know what perfection is. Philip Sidney witperfectionknows All is but lip-wisdom which wants experience. Philip Sidney lipsexperiencewant It is not good to wake a sleeping lion. Philip Sidney lionssleep Nature never set forth the earth in so rich tapestry as divers poets have done; neither with pleasant rivers, fruitful trees, sweet-smelling flowers, nor whatsoever else may make the too-much-loved earth more lovely; her world is brazen, the poets only deliver a golden. Philip Sidney flowerriverssweet It is hard, but it is excellent, to find the right knowledge of when correction is necessary and when grace doth most avail. Philip Sidney excellentprisongrace A churlish courtesy rarely comes but either for gain or falsehood. Philip Sidney courtesygainskindness
