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Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief

Petrarch

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
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
Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.
PETRARCH

Grief Hope Incredible Slave
A short cut to riches is to subtract from our desires.
PETRARCH

Desire Ourselves Rich
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
Life in itself is short enough, but the physicians with their art, know to their amusement, how to make it still shorter.
PETRARCH

Amusement Enough Life Short
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
Mere elegance of language can produce at best but an empty renown.
PETRARCH

Elegant Empty Language Production
How difficult it is to save the bark of reputation from the rocks of ignorance.
PETRARCH

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

Born Ourselves Preference Time
Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
PETRARCH

Cure Disgust Mom
From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world’s well beaten ways.
PETRARCH

Leadership Love Mountain Myself Thinking Well World
For virtue only finds eternal Fame.
PETRARCH

Fame Finding Forever Virtue
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

Greatness Grief Light Live Love Myself
Go, grieving rimes of mine, to that hard stone Whereunder lies my darling, lies my dear, And cry to her to speak from heaven’s sphere.
PETRARCH

Cry Grief Heaven Lying
Suspicion is the cancer of friendship.
PETRARCH

Cancer Friendship One Liner Suspicious

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