Philip Sidney

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

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

“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.”

“They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts.”

“With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face!”

“Poetry is a speaking picture, with this end, to teach and delight.”

“A brave man is a brave man everywhere.”

“Thy necessity is greater than mine.”

“The final end of acting is to make the audience see the truth.”

“Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust, And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things.”