Go, grieving rimes of mine, to that hard stone Whereunder lies my darling, lies my dear, And cry to her to speak from heaven's sphere. — Petrarch Copy Share Image
Gold, silver, jewels, purple garments, houses built of marble, groomed estates, pious paintings, caparisoned steeds, and other things of this kind offer a mutable and superficial pleasure; books give delight to the very marrow of one's bones. They speak to… — 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
