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O you virtuous owle, The wise Minerva's only fowle.
Philip Sidney
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Philip Sidney
Age: 31 †
Born: 1554
Born: November 30
Died: 1586
Died: October 17
Diplomat
Military Personnel
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Kent
England
Sir Philip Sidney
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Minerva
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Ring out your bells! Let mourning show be spread! For Love is dead.
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Approved valor is made precious by natural courtesy.
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Ambition thinks no face so beautiful as that which looks from under a crown.
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We become willing servants to the good by the bonds their virtues lay upon us.
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A churlish courtesy rarely comes but either for gain or falsehood.
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There is nothing evil but what is within us the rest is either natural or accidental.
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Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess? Do they call virtue there ungratefulness?
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And thou my minde aspire to higher things Grow rich in that which never taketh rust.
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But words came halting forth, wanting Invention's stay Invention, Nature's child, fled stepdame 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.
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