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Филип Сидни
Дата рождения: 30. Ноябрь 1554
Дата смерти: 17. Октябрь 1586
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Фи́лип Си́дни — английский поэт и общественный деятель елизаветинской эпохи.
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„Fool," said my muse to me. "Look in thy heart and write.“
— Philip Sidney, Astrophel and Stella
„... music, I say, the most divine striker of the senses...“
— Philip Sidney, A Defence of Poetry
„If you have so earth-creeping a mind that it cannot lift itself up to look to the sky of poetry... thus 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 epitaph.“
— Philip Sidney, A Defence of Poetry
„... the poet, he nothing affirmeth, and therefore never lieth.“
— Philip Sidney, A Defence of Poetry
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„Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
That she (dear she) might take some pleasure of my pain;
Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know;
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain;
I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe,
Studying inventions fine, her wits to entertain;
Oft turning others' leaves, to see if thence would flow
Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburnt brain.
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.“
— Philip Sidney, Astrophel and Stella
„I am not I; pity the tale of me.“
— Philip Sidney, Astrophel and Stella
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„Anger, the Stoics said, was a short madness.“
— Philip Sidney, A Defence of Poetry
„Stella, the only planet of my light,
Light of my life, and life of my desire,
Chief good, whereto my hope doth only aspire,
World of my wealth, and heav'n of my delight:
Why dost thou spend the treasure of thy sprite,
With voice more fit to wed Amphion's lyre,
Seeking to quench in me the noble fire
Fed by thy worth, and kindled by thy sight?
And all in vain, for while thy breath most sweet,
With choicest words, thy words with reasons rare,
Thy reasons firmly set on Virtue's feet,
Labor to kill in me this killing care:
Oh, think I then, what paradise of joy
It is, so fair a Virtue to enjoy.“
— Philip Sidney, Astrophel and Stella
„So, then, the best of the historian is subject to the poet; for whatsoever action or faction, whatsoever counsel, policy, or war-stratagem the historian is bound to recite, that may the poet, if he list, with his imitation make his own, beautifying it both for further teaching and more delighting, as it pleaseth him; having all, from Dante’s Heaven to his Hell, under the authority of his pen.“
— Philip Sidney, A Defence of Poetry
