Love 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.
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.
PETRARCHIt 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.
PETRARCHA good death does honour to a whole life.
PETRARCHI have taken pride in others, never in myself.
PETRARCHWhile life is in your body, you have the rein of all thoughts in your hands.
PETRARCHAn equal doom clipp’d Time’s blest wings of peace.
PETRARCHHitherto 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!
PETRARCHRuthless striving, overcomes everything.
PETRARCHHow difficult it is to save the bark of reputation from the rocks of ignorance.
PETRARCHI looked back at the summit of the mountain, which seemed but a cubit high in comparison with the height of human contemplation, were in not too often merged in the corruptions of the earth.
PETRARCHSuspicion is the cancer of friendship.
PETRARCHI have friends whose society is delightful to me; they are persons of all countries and of all ages; distinguished in war, in council, and in letters; easy to live with, always at my command.
PETRARCHI desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.
PETRARCHDeath had his grudge against me, and he got up in the way, like an armed robber, with a pike in his hand.
PETRARCHI would have preferred to have been born in any other time than our own.
PETRARCHThe time will come when every change shall cease, This quick revolving wheel shall rest in peace: No summer then shall glow, not winter freeze; Nothing shall be to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now shall ever last.
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