What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than… — Petrarch Earth Copy Share Image
For death betimes is comfort, not dismay, and who can rightly die needs no delay. — Petrarch Comfort Copy Share Image
Books can warm the heart with friendly words and counsel, entering into a close relationship with us which is articulate and alive — Petrarch Alive Copy Share Image
“[He who can describe how his heart is ablaze is burning on a small pyre] ~ Petrarch, Sonnet 137 (from Montaigne, On sadness)” — Petrarch Copy Share Image
Go, grieving rimes of mine, tothat hard stone Whereunder lies my darling, lies my dear, And cry to her to speak from… — Petrarch Copy Share Image
I would have preferred to have been born in any other time than our own. — Petrarch Birth Copy Share Image
Oh, may she deign to stand atmy bedside When I come to die; and may she call to me And draw me… — Petrarch Copy Share Image
How difficult it is to save the bark of reputation from the rocks of ignorance. — Petrarch Copy Share Image
Hitherto your eyes have been darkened and you have looked too much, yes, far too much, upon the things of earth. If… — Petrarch Delight Copy Share Image
Five enemies of peace inhabit with us - avarice, ambition, envy, anger, and pride; if these were to be banished, we should… — Petrarch Ambition Copy Share Image
Where are the numerous constructions erected by Agrippa, of which only the Pantheon remains? Where are the splendorous palaces of the emperors? — Petrarch Construction Copy Share Image
“Neither exhortations to virtue nor the argument of approaching death should divert us from literature; for in a good mind it excites… — Petrarch Approaching death Copy Share Image
The time will come when every change shall cease, This quick revolving wheel shall rest in peace: No summer then shall glow,… — Petrarch Copy Share Image
I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world. — Petrarch Angel Copy Share Image
Alack our life, so beautiful to see, With how much ease life losest, in a day, What many years with pain and… — Petrarch Beautiful Copy Share Image
Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe. — Petrarch Absence Copy Share Image
Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness. — Petrarch Anger Copy Share Image
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