Grave was the man in years, in looks, in word, his locks were grey, yet was his courage green.
TORQUATO TASSOGrave was the man in years, in looks, in word, his locks were grey, yet was his courage green.
TORQUATO TASSOIt is the fortunate who should extol fortune.
TORQUATO TASSOAs shaking terrors from his blazing hair, a sanguine comet gleams through dusky air.
TORQUATO TASSOThe day of fortune is like a harvest day, We must be busy when the corn is ripe.
TORQUATO TASSOVirtue’s guard is labor; ease, her sleep.
TORQUATO TASSOO subtle love! a thousand wiles thou hast, by humble suit, by service, or by hire, to win a maiden’s hold,–a thing soon done, for nature framed all women to be won.
TORQUATO TASSOWomen have tongues of craft, and hearts of guile, They will, they will not; fools that on them trust; For in their speech is death, hell in their smile.
TORQUATO TASSOPerhaps if only once you did enjoy The thousandth part of all the happiness A heart beloved enjoys, returning love, Repentant, you would surely sighing say, “All time is truly lost and gone Which is not spent in serving love.”
TORQUATO TASSOHe, full of bashfulness and truth, loved much, hoped little, and desired naught.
TORQUATO TASSOA fool is he that comes to preach or prate, When men with swords their right and wrong debate.
TORQUATO TASSOLove is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing.
TORQUATO TASSONone merits the name of Creator but God and the poet.
TORQUATO TASSOTrue love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does.
TORQUATO TASSOO happy, golden age! Not for that rivers ran With streams of milk, and honey dropped from trees.
TORQUATO TASSOFortune rarely accompanies anyone to the door.
TORQUATO TASSOLost is the time that you don’t spend for love.
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