Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
PETRARCHSameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
PETRARCHHow quick the old woe follows a little bliss!
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.
PETRARCHWhen the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.
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.
PETRARCHWho over-refines his argument brings himself to grief
PETRARCHWho naught suspects is easily deceived.
PETRARCHHope is incredible to the slave of grief.
PETRARCHI desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.
PETRARCHFor death betimes is comfort, not dismay, and who can rightly die needs no delay.
PETRARCHFive enemies of peace inhabit with us – avarice, ambition, envy, anger, and pride; if these were to be banished, we should infallibly enjoy perpetual peace.
PETRARCHA good death does honour to a whole life.
PETRARCHI would have preferred to have been born in any other time than our own.
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.
PETRARCHGo, 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.
PETRARCHThe end of doubt is the beginning of repose.
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