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Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.

Petrarch

Where you are is of no moment, but only what you are doing there. It is not the place that ennobles you, but you the place, and this only by doing that which is great and noble.
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Greatness Moments Noble Place Yourself
All pleasure in the world is a passing dream.
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Dreaming Pass Pleasure World
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
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
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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Death Grudge Hands Himself
Books have led some to learning and others to madness.
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Book Leadership Learning Madness
Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.
PETRARCH

Bitterness Endurance Mortal Present
A good death does honour to a whole life.
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Death Goodness Life
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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Age Chill Draw Feeling Flower Green Myself
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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Cure Disgust Mother
It is better to will the good than to know the truth.
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Better Goodness Known Willing
The end of doubt is the beginning of repose.
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Beginning Doubt End One Liner
I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.
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Love Memories Sweet
For virtue only finds eternal Fame.
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Fame Finding Forever Virtue
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
Often on earth the gentlest heart is fain To feed and banquet on another’s woe.
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Earth Enemy Heart

Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.

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