It is the fortunate who should extol fortune.
TORQUATO TASSOIt is the fortunate who should extol fortune.
TORQUATO TASSOThey make their fortune who are stout and wise, Wit rules the heavens, discretion guides the skies.
TORQUATO TASSOHe, full of bashfulness and truth, loved much, hoped little, and desired naught.
TORQUATO TASSOVirtue’s guard is labor; ease, her sleep.
TORQUATO TASSOThe day of fortune is like a harvest day, We must be busy when the corn is ripe.
TORQUATO TASSOThen amongst flowers and springs, Making delightful sport, Sat lovers without conflict, without flame
TORQUATO TASSONone merits the name of Creator but God and the poet.
TORQUATO TASSONot for no cold did freeze, Nor any cloud beguile Th’eternal flowering spring
TORQUATO TASSOLove is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing.
TORQUATO TASSOFor when last need to desperation driveth, Who dareth most he wiseth counsel giveth.
TORQUATO TASSOTrue love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does.
TORQUATO TASSOA fool is he that comes to preach or prate, When men with swords their right and wrong debate.
TORQUATO TASSOHorror itself in that fair scene looks gay, And joy springs up e’en in the midst of fear.
TORQUATO TASSOWomen have tongues of craft, and hearts of guile, They will, they will not; fools that on them trust; For in their speech is death, hell in their smile.
TORQUATO TASSOPerhaps if only once you did enjoy The thousandth part of all the happiness A heart beloved enjoys, returning love, Repentant, you would surely sighing say, “All time is truly lost and gone Which is not spent in serving love.”
TORQUATO TASSOO subtle love! a thousand wiles thou hast, by humble suit, by service, or by hire, to win a maiden’s hold,–a thing soon done, for nature framed all women to be won.
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