“. . . The senses reign, and reason now is dead; from one pleasing desire comes another. Virtue, honor, beauty, gracious bearing,… — Petrarch Desire 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 Affair 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
“It did not seem to me to be a time to guard myself against Love's blows: so I went on confident, unsuspecting;… — Petrarch Grief Copy Share Image
From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the… — Petrarch Beaten Copy Share Image
Whyle I was abowte to chaunge myn olde lyff-- What sorowe I suffred, dyseese, angre and stryff, Cracchynge myn here, my chekys… — Petrarch Care Copy Share Image
Love is the crowning grace of humanity, the holiest right of the soul, the golden link which binds us to duty and… — Petrarch Duty Copy Share Image
Go, grieving rimes of mine, to that hard stone Whereunder lies my darling, lies my dear, And cry to her to speak… — Petrarch Cry 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
Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us. — Petrarch Before death Copy Share Image
It is more honorable to be raised to a throne than to be born to one. Fortune bestows the one, merit obtains… — Petrarch Born Copy Share Image
Mere elegance of language can produce at best but an empty renown. — Petrarch Beauty Copy Share Image
Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness. — Petrarch Anger Copy Share Image
Books never pall on me. They discourse with us, they take counsel with us, and are united to us by a certain… — Petrarch Begets Copy Share Image
“...never would I trade for some new shape that laurel I was first, in whose sweet shade all other pleasures vanish in… — Petrarch Laura 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
