Philip Sidney
Sir Philip Sidney (November 30 1554 – October 17 1586) was an English courtier, soldier, poet and romancer. He was a friend and patron of Edmund Spenser, whose poetry he deeply influenced. During his own lifetime he attracted extraordinary admiration throughout Europe as the model of a Christian knight and chivalrous gentleman.
Quotes
[edit]- My true love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange, one for the other given.- "My true love hath my heart, and I have his".
- 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.
- And thou my minde aspire to higher things;
Grow rich in that which never taketh rust.- Sidney, Sonnet. Leave me, O Love. Quote reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 419-23.
- Thy necessity is yet greater than mine
- Allegedly spoken after the Battle of Zutphen, when offering water to an injured peer, though himself gravely wounded.[1]
Quotations are cited from the edition of Maurice Evans (1977)
- High-erected thoughts seated in the heart of courtesy.
- Book 1. Compare: "Great thoughts come from the heart", Luc de Clapiers, Marquis de Vauvenargues, Maxim cxxvii.
- They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts.
- Book 1. Compare: "He never is alone that is accompanied with noble thoughts", John Fletcher, Love's Cure, act iii. sc. 3.
- Open suspecting others comes of secret condemning themselves.
- Book 1, page 144.
- Many-headed multitude.
- Book 2. Compare: "Many-headed multitude", William Shakespeare, Coriolanus, act ii. sc. 3.; "This many-headed monster, Multitude", Daniel, History of the Civil War, book ii. st. 13.
- 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.
- Book 2, page 253.
- A fair woman shall not only command without authority but persuade without speaking.
- Book 3, page 485.
- My dear, my better half
- Book III. books.google
Astrophel and Stella (1591)
[edit]- ....But words came halting forth, wanting Invention's stay,
Invention, Nature's child, fled step-dame Study's blows,
And others' feet still seemed but strangers in my way.
Thus great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes,
Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite:
"Fool," said my Muse to me, "look in thy heart and write."- Sonnet 1,Concluding couplet from Loving in truth,and fain in verse my love to show
Compare: "Look, then, into thine heart and write", Henry W. Longfellow, Voices of the Night, Prelude.
- Sonnet 1,Concluding couplet from Loving in truth,and fain in verse my love to show
- Have I caught my heav'nly jewel.
- Sonnet 1, Second Song. Note: Quoted by William Shakespeare in Merry Wives of Windsor.
- Come sleep, O 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.- Sonnet 39, line 1.
- That sweet enemy, France.
- Sonnet 41, line 4.
- Stella, think not that I by verse seek fame,
Who seek, who hope, who love, who live but thee;
Thine eyes my pride, thy lips mine history:
If thou praise not, all other praise is shame.- Sonnet 90.
Quotations are cited from the edition of Geoffrey Shepherd (2002)
- Sweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge.
- Page 39.
- There have been many most excellent poets that never versified, and now swarm many versifiers that need never answer to the name of poets.
- Page 87.
- The historian…loaden with old mouse-eaten records, authorizing himself (for the most part) upon other histories, whose greatest authorities are built upon the notable foundation of hearsay; having much ado to accord differing writers and to pick truth out of partiality; better acquainted with a thousand years ago than with the present age, and yet better knowing how this world goeth than how his own wit runneth; curious for antiquities and inquisitive of novelties; a wonder to young folks and a tyrant in table talk, denieth, in a great chafe, that any man for teaching of virtue, and virtuous actions is comparable to him.
- Page 89.
- With a tale forsooth he cometh unto you, with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney corner.
- Page 95.
- 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.
- Page 99.
- The old song is usually known as "The Ballad of Chevy Chase" or "The Hunting of the Cheviot".
- Poetry, a speaking picture... to teach and delight
- From 'Tracing Aristotle's Rhetoric' in Defense of Poesy 1581.
- The poet...nothing affirmeth, and therefore never lieth.
- Page 103.
Quotes about Philip Sidney
[edit]- This is that Sidney, whom, as Gods will was he should be therefore home into the world, even to shew unto our age a sample of ancient vertues: so his good pleasure was before any man looked for it to call for him againe, and take him out of the world as beeing more worthy of heaven then earth.
- William Camden, Britain, or a Chorographicall description of the most flourishing Kingdomes, England, Scotland, and Ireland (1637), p. 329
- Hard-hearted minds relent and rigor's tears abound,
And envy strangely rues his end, in whom no fault was found.
Knowledge her light hath lost, valor hath slain her knight,
Sidney is dead, dead is my friend, dead is the world's delight.- Fulke Greville, Epitaph on Sir Philip Sidney
- In the sweetly constituted mind of Sir Philip Sidney, it seems as if no ugly thought or unhandsome meditation could find a harbour. He turned all that he touched into images of honour and virtue.
- Charles Lamb "Characters of Dramatic Writers, Contemporary with Shakspeare", in Thomas Hutchinson (ed.) The Works in Prose and Verse of Charles and Mary Lamb (1908) vol. 1, p. 70
- Sidney's force of patriotism and religious fervour were accompanied by much political sagacity, by high poetic and oratorical gifts, and by unusual skill in manly sports. Such versatility, allied to a naturally chivalric, if somewhat impetuous, temperament, generated a rare personal fascination, the full force of which was brought home to his many friends by his pathetic death, from a wound received in battle, at the early age of thirty-two. His achievements, when viewed in detail, may hardly seem to justify all the eulogies in verse and prose which his contemporaries bestowed upon his brief career; but the impression that it left in its entirety on his countrymen's imagination proved ineffaceable.
- Sidney Lee, 'Sidney, Philip (1554-1586)', Dictionary of National Biography, Vol. LII. Shearman—Smirke, ed. Sidney Lee (1897), p. 229
- Yf he had lived, I dowbt not but he would have bine a comfort to us both, and an ornament to his howse. What perfection he was growen unto, and how able to serve her majestie and his countrey, all men here almost wondred at.
- Earl of Leicester to Francis Walsingham (25 October 1586), quoted in Correspondence of Robert Dudley, Earl of Leicester, during his Government of the Low Countries, in the Years 1585 and 1586, ed. John Bruce (1844), p. 445
- Gentle Sir Philip Sidney, thou knewest what belonged to a scholar; thou knewest what pains, what toil, what travail conduct to perfection. Well couldst thou give every virtue his encouragement, every art his due, every writer his desert, cause none more virtuous, witty, or learned than thyself. But thou art dead in thy grave, and hast left too few successors of thy glory, too few to cherish the sons of the muses, or water those budding hopes with their plenty, which thy bounty erst planted.
- Thomas Nashe, Pierce Penniless his Supplication to the Divell (1592), in Thomas Nashe, Selected Writings, ed. Stanley Wells (1964). pp. 27-28
- Sidney, as he fought
And as he fell and as he lived and loved
Sublimely mild, a Spirit without spot.- Percy Bysshe Shelley, Adonais (1821; 1927), p. 22
- Once the poet has set himself the task of writing an amorous complaint, that deep melancholy which lay beneath the surface glamor of Elizabethan existence and which was so characteristic of Sidney himself, begins to fill the conventional form with a more than conventional weight. It surges through the magical adagio of the lines; they have that depth of reverberation, like the sound of gongs beaten under water, which is sometimes characteristic of Sidney as of no other Elizabethan, not even Shakespeare.
- Theodore Spencer, 'The Poetry of Sir Philip Sidney', ELH: A Journal of English Literary History, Vol. 12, No. 4 (December 1945), p. 267
