We don't often look into these unpleasant details of our great struggle. We all prefer to think that every man who wore the blue or gray was a Philip Sidney at heart.
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It is great happiness to be praised of them who are most praiseworthy.
quote by Philip Sidney
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To R A A
Was it not a great end?
Wrote your Philip, with a story
Of a great deed, a great death--
Not foreseeing his own glory
And his budding laurel-wreath--
In the last words he should send.
Philip's followed Alan's lead.
They are gone into the night
With the great heroes of old,
With the stars, the stars they are bright;
They are warm; they are not cold.
They live: they are not dead.
But the silence aches. O friend
In the darkness, cold and stricken,
For anodyne, antidote,
Tell your dead heart, that it quicken,
The last words that Philip wrote:
'Was it not a great end ?' A great end!
poem by Katharine Tynan
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The only disadvantage of an honest heart is credulity.
quote by Philip Sidney
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The ingredients of health and long life, are great temperance, open air, easy labor, and little care.
quote by Philip Sidney
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One should absorb the colour of life, but one should never remember its details. Details are always vulgar.
Oscar Wilde in The Picture of Dorian Gray
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One should absorb the colour of life, but one should never remember its details. Details are always vulgar.
Oscar Wilde in The Picture of Dorian Gray
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It is the nature of the strong heart, that like the palm tree it strives ever upwards when it is most burdened.
quote by Philip Sidney
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The Bargain at Bridge parody Sir Philip SIDNEY - The Bargain
The Bargain at Bridge
My partner holds no trumps,
I’m missing hers,
we’re seven down, and I am in the dumps
for she prefers
to bid as if the world
and she were one.
She goes to town despite the insults hurled, -
we’ve never won.
The points, when counted, lumps
bring to the throat;
(what is the noun that’s harsher far than frumps?) –
the cheques I wrote!
Though dummy should remain
with silent tongue,
with weary crown keen intellects complain,
with faces hung.
My partner holds no trumps, -
she sometimes errs,
or plays the clown with psychic bids, her jumps
lose tricks, pick stirs.
[c] Jonathan Robin 1 August 1991 – Parody Sir Philip SIDNEY 1554_1586 – The Bargain
The Bargain
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange one for the other given.
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss:
There never was a bargain better driven.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one;
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
He loves my heart, for once it was his own;
I cherish his because in me it bides.
His heart his wound received from my sight;
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;
For as from me on him his hurt did light,
So still, methought, in me his hurt did smart:
Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss,
My true love hath my heart and I have his.
Sir Philip SIDNEY 1554_1586
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Sunday swim
upon a blue sky
hangs the clouds
upon a blue sea
the floor is light gray
between this two
walls i
put myself
amidst the winds
blowing my hair
as i struggle
against the waves
away from shore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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All is but lip-wisdom which wants experience.
quote by Philip Sidney
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Either I will find a way, or I will make one.
quote by Philip Sidney
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They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts.
quote by Philip Sidney
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Our erected wit maketh us to know what perfection is.
quote by Philip Sidney
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Sonnet 83: Good, Brother Philip
Good, brother Philip, I have borne you long.
I was content you should in favor creep,
While craftily you seem'd your cut to keep,
As though that fair soft hand did you great wrong.
I bare (with envy) yet I bare your song,
When in her neck you did love ditties peep;
Nay, more fool I, oft suffer'd you to sleep
In lilies' nest, where Love's self lies along.
What, doth high place ambitious thoughts augment?
Is sauciness reward of courtesy?
Cannot such grace your silly self content,
But you must needs with those lips billing be?
And through those lips drink nectar from that tongue?
Leave that, Sir Phip, lest off your neck be wrung.
poem by Philip Sidney
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No sword bites so fiercly as an evil tongue.
quote by Philip Sidney
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But words came halting forth, wanting Inventions stayInvention, Natures child, fled step-dame Studys blows...Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite,Fool, said my Muse to me look in thy heart and write.
quote by Philip Sidney
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Positive Spin Solutions
unpleasant topics
unpleasant decisions
unpleasant fallout
deal with it
give it a positive spin
isolate problems
promote solutions
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My True-Love Hath My Heart
My true-love hath my heart and I have his,
By just exchange one for the other given:
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a bargain better driven.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one;
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
He loves my heart, for once it was his own;
I cherish his because in me it bides.
His heart his wound received from my sight;
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;
For as from me on him his hurt did light,
So still, methought, in me his hurt did smart:
Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss,
My true love hath my heart and I have his.
poem by Philip Sidney
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Song from Arcadia
My true love hath my heart, and I have his,
By Just Exchange, one for the other given.
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
There never was a better bargain driven.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides;
He loves my heart, for once it was his own,
I cherish his, because in me it bides.
His heart his wound received from my sight,
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;
For as from me on him his hurt did light,
So still methought in me his hurt did smart.
Both equal hurt, in his change sought our bliss;
My true love hath my heart and I have his.
poem by Philip Sidney
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My True Love Hath My Heart, And I Have His
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange, one for the other giv'n.
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a better bargain driv'n.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides;
He loves my heart, for once it was his own;
I cherish his, because in me it bides.
His heart his wound received from my sight:
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;
For as from me, on him his hurt did light,
So still me thought in me his hurt did smart:
Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss:
My true love hath my heart and I have his.
poem by Philip Sidney
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