Not for no cold did freeze, Nor any cloud beguile Th’eternal flowering spring
TORQUATO TASSONot for no cold did freeze, Nor any cloud beguile Th’eternal flowering spring
TORQUATO TASSOThe day of fortune is like a harvest day, We must be busy when the corn is ripe.
TORQUATO TASSOFor when last need to desperation driveth, Who dareth most he wiseth counsel giveth.
TORQUATO TASSOAs shaking terrors from his blazing hair, a sanguine comet gleams through dusky air.
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 TASSONone merits the name of Creator but God and the poet.
TORQUATO TASSOLost is the time that you don’t spend for love.
TORQUATO TASSOA fool is he that comes to preach or prate, When men with swords their right and wrong debate.
TORQUATO TASSOA friend giveth sympathy in trouble.
TORQUATO TASSOAny time not spent on love is wasted.
TORQUATO TASSOLove is when you don’t have to be with another person to touch their heart!
TORQUATO TASSOFortune rarely accompanies anyone to the door.
TORQUATO TASSOTrue love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does.
TORQUATO TASSOThey make their fortune who are stout and wise, Wit rules the heavens, discretion guides the skies.
TORQUATO TASSOO happy, golden age! Not for that rivers ran With streams of milk, and honey dropped from trees.
TORQUATO TASSOVirtue’s guard is labor; ease, her sleep.
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