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.
PETRARCHHow quick the old woe follows a little bliss!
More Petrarch Quotes
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For virtue only finds eternal Fame.
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Reality is always the foe of famous names.
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It may be only glory that we seek here, but I persuade myself that, as long as we remain here, that is right. Another glory awaits us in heaven and he who reaches there will not wish even to think of earthly fame.
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A short cut to riches is to subtract from our desires.
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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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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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Virtue is health, vice is sickness.
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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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For death betimes is comfort, not dismay, and who can rightly die needs no delay.
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The end of doubt is the beginning of repose.
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Life in itself is short enough, but the physicians with their art, know to their amusement, how to make it still shorter.
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I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.
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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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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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Reality is always the foe of famous names.
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And tears are heard within the harp I touch.
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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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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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Books have led some to learning and others to madness.
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All pleasure in the world is a passing dream.
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A good death does honour to a whole life.
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Hitherto your eyes have been darkened and you have looked too much, yes, far too much, upon the things of earth. If these so much delight you what shall be your rapture when you lift your gaze to things eternal!
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Suspicion is the cancer of friendship.
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Mere elegance of language can produce at best but an empty renown.
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Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.
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I would have preferred to have been born in any other time than our own.
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