There is a certain delicacy which in yielding conquers; and with a pitiful look makes one find cause to crave help one's self.
Philip SidneyThe heavens do not send good haps in handfuls; but let us pick out our good by little, and with care, from out much bad, that still our little world may know its king.
Philip SidneyCome Sleep! Oh 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.
Philip Sidney