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When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.

Petrarch

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
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
Reality is always the foe of famous names.
PETRARCH

Enemy Famous Name One Liner Reality
Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us.
PETRARCH

Death Dreams End Sleep Wake Up
From 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.
PETRARCH

Leadership Love Mountain Myself Thinking Well World
Events appear sad, pleasant, or painful, not because they are so in reality, but because we believe them to be so and the light in which we look at them depends upon our own judgment.
PETRARCH

Appearance Judgement Ourselves Pain Reality Sadness
There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.
PETRARCH

Agreement Burden Light Pen Poet
Five enemies of peace inhabit with us – avarice, ambition, envy, anger, and pride; if these were to be banished, we should infallibly enjoy perpetual peace.
PETRARCH

Ambition Enemy Enjoyment Jealous Peace
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
Man has no greater enemy than himself. I have acted contrary to my sentiments and inclination; throughout our whole lives we do what we never intended, and what we proposed to do, we leave undone.
PETRARCH

Enemy Greatness Man Propose
I have taken pride in others, never in myself.
PETRARCH

Myself Pride
Virtue is health, vice is sickness.
PETRARCH

Health One Liner Sick Vice Virtue
I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.
PETRARCH

Death Desire Finding Myself Ready
Mere elegance of language can produce at best but an empty renown.
PETRARCH

Elegant Empty Language Production
Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together.
PETRARCH

Greatness Togetherness
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?
PETRARCH

Blessing Dangerous Health Live Man Reason Yourself

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