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!
PETRARCHLove is the crowning grace of humanity, the holiest right of the soul, the golden link which binds us to duty and truth, the redeeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart to life, and is prophetic of eternal good.
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When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.
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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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The aged love what is practical while impetuous youth longs only for what is dazzling.
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Continued work and application form my soul’s nourishment. So soon as I commenced to rest and relax I should cease to live.
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Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it.
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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 rejoiced in my progress, mourned my weaknesses, and commiserated the universal instability of human conduct.
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From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world’s well beaten ways.
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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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Books have led some to learning and others to madness.
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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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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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Love is the crowning grace of humanity.
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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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