Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it.
PETRARCHFor style beyond the genius never dares.
More Petrarch Quotes
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For virtue only finds eternal Fame.
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I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.
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My flowery and green age was passing away, and I feeling a chill in the fires had been wasting my heart, for I was drawing near the hillside above the grave.
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Death had his grudge against me, and he got up in the way, like an armed robber, with a pike in his hand.
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Where are the numerous constructions erected by Agrippa, of which only the Pantheon remains? Where are the splendorous palaces of the emperors?
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Do you suppose there is any living man so unreasonable that if he found himself stricken with a dangerous ailment he would not anxiously desire to regain the blessing of health?
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Man has no greater enemy than himself. I have acted contrary to my sentiments and inclination; throughout our whole lives we do what we never intended, and what we proposed to do, we leave undone.
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A short cut to riches is to subtract from our desires.
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Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief.
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Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.
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Alack our life, so beautiful to see, With how much ease life losest, in a day, What many years with pain and toil amassed!
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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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There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.
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The time will come when every change shall cease, This quick revolving wheel shall rest in peace: No summer then shall glow, not winter freeze; Nothing shall be to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now shall ever last.
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Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.
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