None merits the name of Creator but God and the poet.
TORQUATO TASSONone merits the name of Creator but God and the poet.
TORQUATO TASSOIt is the fortunate who should extol fortune.
TORQUATO TASSOLove is when you don’t have to be with another person to touch their heart!
TORQUATO TASSOA fool is he that comes to preach or prate, When men with swords their right and wrong debate.
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 TASSOAs shaking terrors from his blazing hair, a sanguine comet gleams through dusky air.
TORQUATO TASSOAny time not spent on love is wasted.
TORQUATO TASSOGrave was the man in years, in looks, in word, his locks were grey, yet was his courage green.
TORQUATO TASSOFortune rarely accompanies anyone to the door.
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 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 TASSOFor when last need to desperation driveth, Who dareth most he wiseth counsel giveth.
TORQUATO TASSOHorror itself in that fair scene looks gay, And joy springs up e’en in the midst of fear.
TORQUATO TASSOO happy, golden age! Not for that rivers ran With streams of milk, and honey dropped from trees.
TORQUATO TASSOA friend giveth sympathy in trouble.
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