For death betimes is comfort, not dismay, and who can rightly die needs no delay. — Petrarch Copy Share Image
I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears. — Petrarch Copy Share Image
Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us. — Petrarch Copy Share Image
My flowery and green age was passing away, and I feeling a chill in the fires had been wasting my heart, for… — Petrarch Copy Share Image
Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness. — Petrarch 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 Copy Share Image
I had got this far, and was thinking of what to say next, and as my habit is, I was pricking the… — Petrarch Copy Share Image
If a hundred or a thousand people, all of the same age, of the same constitution and habits, were suddenly seized by… — Petrarch Copy Share Image
In my younger days I struggled constantly with an overwhelming but pure love affair - my only one, and I would have… — Petrarch Copy Share Image
Death had his grudge against me, and he got up in the way, like an armed robber, with a pike in his… — Petrarch Copy Share Image
“She closed her eyes; and in the sweet slumber lying her spirit tiptoed from its lodging place. It's folly to shrink in… — Petrarch Copy Share Image
Five enemies of peace inhabit with us - avarice, ambition, envy, anger, and pride; if these were to be banished, we should infallibly enjoy… — Petrarch 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, not winter… — Petrarch Copy Share Image
The aged love what is practical while impetuous youth longs only for what is dazzling. — Petrarch 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 to her… — Petrarch Copy Share Image
How difficult it is to save the bark of reputation from the rocks of ignorance. — Petrarch Copy Share Image
Do you suppose there is any living man so unreasonable that if he found himself stricken with a dangerous ailment he would not anxiously… — Petrarch Copy Share Image
