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What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances.

Petrarch

Where are the numerous constructions erected by Agrippa, of which only the Pantheon remains? Where are the splendorous palaces of the emperors?
PETRARCH

Construction Emperor Palace
Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.
PETRARCH

Absence Beginning Breathe Myself Soul
For virtue only finds eternal Fame.
PETRARCH

Fame Finding Forever Virtue
Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.
PETRARCH

Grief Hope Incredible Slave
Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief.
PETRARCH

Argument Grief Himself
I know and love the good, yet, ah! the worst pursue.
PETRARCH

Goodness Known Love Pursue Worst
I would have preferred to have been born in any other time than our own.
PETRARCH

Born Ourselves Preference Time
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.
PETRARCH

Bitter Burn Freeze Memories Myself Sweet
Where you are is of no moment, but only what you are doing there. It is not the place that ennobles you, but you the place, and this only by doing that which is great and noble.
PETRARCH

Greatness Moments Noble Place Yourself
Continued work and application form my soul’s nourishment. So soon as I commenced to rest and relax I should cease to live.
PETRARCH

Application Live Myself Nourishment Soul Work
Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.
PETRARCH

Bitterness Endurance Mortal Present
Books can warm the heart with friendly words and counsel, entering into a close relationship with us which is articulate and alive.
PETRARCH

Alive Book Friendship Heart Relationship Warm
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.
PETRARCH

Love Memories Sweet
Death had his grudge against me, and he got up in the way, like an armed robber, with a pike in his hand.
PETRARCH

Death Grudge Hands Himself
I 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.
PETRARCH

Comparison Earth Mountain Myself
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
PETRARCH

Cure Disgust Mom

What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances.

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What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances.

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