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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.

Petrarch

I would have preferred to have been born in any other time than our own.
PETRARCH

Born Ourselves Preference Time
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
I have friends whose society is delightful to me; they are persons of all countries and of all ages; distinguished in war, in council, and in letters; easy to live with, always at my command.
PETRARCH

Command Country Delight Easy Friendship Live Myself Society
He loves but lightly who his love can tell.
PETRARCH

Himself Light Love
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
PETRARCH

Cure Disgust Mom
For though I am a body of this earth, my firm desire is born from the stars.
PETRARCH

Body Desire Earth Myself Stars
Who naught suspects is easily deceived.
PETRARCH

Easy One Liner Suspect
I have taken pride in others, never in myself.
PETRARCH

Myself Pride
Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.
PETRARCH

Overcome Ruthless Strive
While life is in your body, you have the rein of all thoughts in your hands.
PETRARCH

Body Hands Life Thinking
When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.
PETRARCH

Animal Cat Death Poet
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

Earth Known Moral Myself Name
I rejoiced in my progress, mourned my weaknesses, and commiserated the universal instability of human conduct.
PETRARCH

Human Mourn Progress Weakness
You keep to your own ways and leave mine to me.
PETRARCH

Leaving Myself Way 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
It is more honorable to be raised to a throne than to be born to one. Fortune bestows the one, merit obtains the other.
PETRARCH

Born Merit Throne

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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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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