A friend giveth sympathy in trouble.
TORQUATO TASSOA friend giveth sympathy in trouble.
TORQUATO TASSOHe, full of bashfulness and truth, loved much, hoped little, and desired naught.
TORQUATO TASSONone merits the name of Creator but God and the poet.
TORQUATO TASSONot for no cold did freeze, Nor any cloud beguile Th’eternal flowering spring
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 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 TASSOLove is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing.
TORQUATO TASSOTrue love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does.
TORQUATO TASSOThen amongst flowers and springs, Making delightful sport, Sat lovers without conflict, without flame
TORQUATO TASSOThey make their fortune who are stout and wise, Wit rules the heavens, discretion guides the skies.
TORQUATO TASSOGrave was the man in years, in looks, in word, his locks were grey, yet was his courage green.
TORQUATO TASSOLove is when you don’t have to be with another person to touch their heart!
TORQUATO TASSOAny time not spent on love is wasted.
TORQUATO TASSOThe day of fortune is like a harvest day, We must be busy when the corn is ripe.
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