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And tears are heard within the harp I touch.

Petrarch

Often have I wondered with much curiosity as to our coming into this world and what will follow our departure.
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Curiosity Follow Wonder World
For though I am a body of this earth, my firm desire is born from the stars.
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Body Desire Earth Myself Stars
What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances.
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Earth Known Moral Myself Name
For style beyond the genius never dares.
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Beyond Dare Genius Style
Events appear sad, pleasant, or painful, not because they are so in reality, but because we believe them to be so and the light in which we look at them depends upon our own judgment.
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Appearance Judgement Ourselves Pain Reality Sadness
Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.
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Absence Beginning Breathe Myself Soul
To begin with myself, then, the utterances of men concerning me will differ widely, since in passing judgment almost every one is influenced not so much by truth as by preference, and good and evil report alike know no bounds.
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Beginning Bound Difference Influence Man Myself
And I live on, but in grief and self-contempt, Left here without the light I loved so much, In a great tempest and with shrouds unkempt.
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Greatness Grief Light Live Love Myself
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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Cure Disgust Mom
How quick the old woe follows a little bliss!
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Bliss Follow Old Quick
It is more honorable to be raised to a throne than to be born to one. Fortune bestows the one, merit obtains the other.
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Born Fortune Honor Oneself Respect
He loves but lightly who his love can tell.
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Himself Light Love
Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.
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Overcome Ruthless Strive
Books have led some to learning and others to madness.
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Book Leadership Learning Madness
Go, grieving rimes of mine, to that hard stone Whereunder lies my darling, lies my dear, And cry to her to speak from heaven’s sphere.
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Cry Grief Heaven Lying
For death betimes is comfort, not dismay, and who can rightly die needs no delay.
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Comfort Death Need Right

And tears are heard within the harp I touch.

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