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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

A short cut to riches is to subtract from our desires.
PETRARCH

Cutting Desire Inspirational
How fortune brings to earth the over-sure!
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Earth Fortune
Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief
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Argument Grief Refine
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 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
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

Love Memories Sweet
Life in itself is short enough, but the physicians with their art, know to their amusement, how to make it still shorter.
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Amusement Enough Life Short
When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.
PETRARCH

Animal Cat Death Poet
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.
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Enemy Greatness Man Propose
Who naught suspects is easily deceived.
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Easy One Liner Suspect
A good death does honour to a whole life.
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Death Goodness Life
And tears are heard within the harp I touch.
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Music Myself Tears Touch
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
While life is in your body, you have the rein of all thoughts in your hands.
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Body Hands Life Thinking
Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.
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Bitterness Endurance Mortal Present
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

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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