How quick the old woe follows a little bliss!
PETRARCHHow quick the old woe follows a little bliss!
PETRARCHContinued work and application form my soul’s nourishment. So soon as I commenced to rest and relax I should cease to live.
PETRARCHFrom 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.
PETRARCHMere elegance of language can produce at best but an empty renown.
PETRARCHWho over-refines his argument brings himself to grief.
PETRARCHSuspicion is the cancer of friendship.
PETRARCHAlack our life, so beautiful to see, With how much ease life losest, in a day, What many years with pain and toil amassed!
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.
PETRARCHAnd tears are heard within the harp I touch.
PETRARCHI would have preferred to have been born in any other time than our own.
PETRARCHI 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.
PETRARCHTo be able to say how much love, is love but little.
PETRARCHYou keep to your own ways and leave mine to me.
PETRARCHLife in itself is short enough, but the physicians with their art, know to their amusement, how to make it still shorter.
PETRARCHNothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.
PETRARCHIt is better to will the good than to know the truth.
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