Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us. — Petrarch Copy Share Image
Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness. — 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
