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Go, 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.

Petrarch

Great errors seldom originate but with men of great minds.
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Greatness Man Mindset Mistake
There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.
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Agreement Burden Light Pen Poet
An equal doom clipp’d Time’s blest wings of peace.
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Equality Peace Time Wings
Virtue is health, vice is sickness.
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Health One Liner Sick Vice Virtue
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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Cure Disgust Mom
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.
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Love Memories Sweet
I have taken pride in others, never in myself.
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Myself Pride
And I live on, but in grief and self-contempt, Left here without the light I loved so much, In a great tempest and with shrouds unkempt.
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Greatness Grief Light Live Love Myself
When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.
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Animal Cat Death Poet
Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.
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Grief Hope Incredible Slave
All pleasure in the world is a passing dream.
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Dreaming Pass Pleasure World
The aged love what is practical while impetuous youth longs only for what is dazzling.
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Age Difference Love Practice Relationship
Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.
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Endurance Perseverance Strive
Do you suppose there is any living man so unreasonable that if he found himself stricken with a dangerous ailment he would not anxiously desire to regain the blessing of health?
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Blessing Dangerous Health Live Man Reason Yourself
I know and love the good, yet, ah! the worst pursue.
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Goodness Known Love Pursue Worst
I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.
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Death Desire Finding Myself Ready

Go, 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.

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