Laughter almost ever cometh of things most disproportioned to ourselves and nature: delight hath a joy in it either permanent or present; laughter hath only a scornful tickling.
Philip SidneyHappiness is a sunbeam, which may pass though a thousand bosoms without losing a particle of its original ray.
Philip SidneyAs the love of the heavens makes us heavenly, the love of virtue virtuous, so doth the love of the world make one become worldly.
Philip Sidney