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I 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.

Petrarch

Reality is always the foe of famous names.
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Enemy Famous Name One Liner Reality
Man has not a greater enemy than himself.
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Enemy Greatness Himself Man
All pleasure in the world is a passing dream.
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Dreaming Pass Pleasure World
Often have I wondered with much curiosity as to our coming into this world and what will follow our departure.
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Curiosity Follow Wonder World
An equal doom clipp’d Time’s blest wings of peace.
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Equality Peace Time Wings
He loves but lightly who his love can tell.
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Himself Light Love
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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Cure Disgust Mom
It is better to will the good than to know the truth.
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Better Goodness Known Willing
The aged love what is practical while impetuous youth longs only for what is dazzling.
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Age Difference Love Practice Relationship
I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.
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Angel Beautiful Earth Walk World
Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.
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Bitterness Endurance Mortal Present
And tears are heard within the harp I touch.
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Music Myself Tears Touch
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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Bitter Burn Freeze Memories Myself Sweet
You keep to your own ways and leave mine to me.
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Leaving Myself Way Yourself
Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together.
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Greatness Togetherness
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.
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Earth Known Moral Myself Name

I 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.

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I 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.

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