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While life is in your body, you have the rein of all thoughts in your hands.

Petrarch

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
I have taken pride in others, never in myself.
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Myself Pride
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
How quick the old woe follows a little bliss!
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Bliss Follow Old Quick
I would have preferred to have been born in any other time than our own.
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Born Ourselves Preference Time
I know and love the good, yet, ah! the worst pursue.
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Goodness Known Love Pursue Worst
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
All pleasure in the world is a passing dream.
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Dreaming Pass Pleasure World
Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together.
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Greatness Togetherness
The greater I am, the greater shall be my efforts.
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Effort Greatness Myself
For virtue only finds eternal Fame.
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Fame Finding Forever Virtue
Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief.
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Argument Grief Himself
Five enemies of peace inhabit with us – avarice, ambition, envy, anger, and pride; if these were to be banished, we should infallibly enjoy perpetual peace.
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Ambition Enemy Enjoyment Jealous Peace
Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.
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Grief Hope Incredible Slave
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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Bitter Burn Freeze Memories Myself Sweet
And tears are heard within the harp I touch.
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Music Myself Tears Touch

While life is in your body, you have the rein of all thoughts in your hands.

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