Philip Sidney Quotes

Nature’s world is brazen, the poets only deliver a golden.

[This] much curse I must send you, in the behalf of all poets, that while you live, you live in love, and never get favour for lacking skill of a sonnet, and, when you die, your memory die from the earth for want of an epigraph.

I…am admitted into the company of paper-blurrers.

Comedy is an imitation of the common errors of our life, which he representeth in the most ridiculous and scornful sort that may be, so as it is impossible that any beholder can be content to be such a one.

With a tale forsooth he cometh unto you, with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney corner.

Poetry therefore, is an art of imitation… A speaking picture, with this end: to teach and delight.