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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

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
And men go about to wonder at the heights of the mountains, and the mighty waves of the sea, and the wide sweep of rivers, and the circuit of the ocean, and the revolution of the stars, but themselves they consider not.
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Height Man Mountain Revolution Stars Wonder
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
Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together.
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Greatness Togetherness
Great errors seldom originate but with men of great minds.
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Error Men Mind
Reality is always the foe of famous names.
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Foe Names Reality
For death betimes is comfort, not dismay, and who can rightly die needs no delay.
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Comfort Death Need Right
The greater I am, the greater shall be my efforts.
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Effort Greatness Myself
Hitherto your eyes have been darkened and you have looked too much, yes, far too much, upon the things of earth. If these so much delight you what shall be your rapture when you lift your gaze to things eternal!
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Darkness Earth Eyes Forever Sight Yourself
An equal doom clipp’d Time’s blest wings of peace.
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Equality Peace Time Wings
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
To be able to say how much love, is love but little.
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Calculation Love
Death had his grudge against me, and he got up in the way, like an armed robber, with a pike in his hand.
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Death Grudge Hands Himself
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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Cure Disgust Mom
It is more honorable to be raised to a throne than to be born to one. Fortune bestows the one, merit obtains the other.
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Born Merit Throne

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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