Grave was the man in years, in looks, in word, his locks were grey, yet was his courage green. — Torquato Tasso Copy Share Image
Perhaps if only once you did enjoy The thousandth part of all the happiness A heart beloved enjoys, returning love, Repentant, you would surely… — Torquato Tasso Copy Share
He, full of bashfulness and truth, loved much, hoped little, and desired naught. — Torquato Tasso Copy Share
O happy, golden age! Not for that rivers ran With streams of milk, and honey dropped from trees — Torquato Tasso Copy Share
“Hadst thou but tasted once the thousandth part Of joys, which bless the loved and loving heart, Your words repentant and your sighs would… — Torquato Tasso Copy Share
Women have tongues of craft, and hearts of guile, They will, they will not; fools that on them trust; For in their speech is… — Torquato Tasso Copy Share
“Clorinda fui, né sol qui spirto umano albergo in questa pianta rozza e dura, ma ciascun altro ancor, franco o pagano, che lassi i… — Torquato Tasso Copy Share
True love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does. — Torquato Tasso Copy Share
Then amongst flowers and springs, Making delightful sport, Sat lovers without conflict, without flame — Torquato Tasso Copy Share
Horror itself in that fair scene looks gay, And joy springs up e'en in the midst of fear. [It., Bello in si bella vista… — Torquato Tasso Copy Share
A fool is he that comes to preach or prate, When men with swords their right and wrong debate. [It., Chi conta i colpi… — Torquato Tasso Copy Share
“… Could I return, I will not say to revel, but breath this sky, under which I was born: to rejoice with sea views… — Torquato Tasso Copy Share
