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

Petrarch

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
An equal doom clipp’d Time’s blest wings of peace.
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Equality Peace Time Wings
Mere elegance of language can produce at best but an empty renown.
PETRARCH

Elegant Empty Language Production
The time will come when every change shall cease, This quick revolving wheel shall rest in peace: No summer then shall glow, not winter freeze; Nothing shall be to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now shall ever last.
PETRARCH

Change Forever Glow Last Quick Time
I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.
PETRARCH

Death Desire Finding Myself Ready
How difficult it is to save the bark of reputation from the rocks of ignorance.
PETRARCH

Bark Difficult Ignorance Save
While life is in your body, you have the rein of all thoughts in your hands.
PETRARCH

Body Hands Life Thinking
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
PETRARCH

Cure Disgust Mom
Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.
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Grief Hope Incredible Slave
I have taken pride in others, never in myself.
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Myself Pride
I rejoiced in my progress, mourned my weaknesses, and commiserated the universal instability of human conduct.
PETRARCH

Human Mourn Progress Weakness
Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief
PETRARCH

Argument Grief Refine
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
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
Who naught suspects is easily deceived.
PETRARCH

Easy One Liner Suspect
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

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