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
Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness. — Petrarch Anger Copy Share Image
“[He who can describe how his heart is ablaze is burning on a small pyre] ~ Petrarch, Sonnet 137 (from Montaigne, On sadness)” — Petrarch Copy Share Image
I would have preferred to have been born in any other time than our own. — Petrarch Birth Copy Share Image
Go, grieving rimes of mine, tothat hard stone Whereunder lies my darling, lies my dear, And cry to her to speak from… — Petrarch Copy Share Image
What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than… — Petrarch Earth 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
For death betimes is comfort, not dismay, and who can rightly die needs no delay. — Petrarch Comfort Copy Share Image
And men go about to wonder at the heights of the mountains, and the mighty waves of the sea, and the wide… — Petrarch Circuits Copy Share Image
Man has no greater enemy than himself. I have acted contrary to my sentiments and inclination; throughout our whole lives we do… — Petrarch Copy Share Image
“Yet have I oft been beaten in the field, And sometimes hurt," said I, "but scorn'd to yield." He smiled and said:… — Petrarch 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
Events appear sad, pleasant, or painful, not because they are so in reality, but because we believe them to be so and… — Petrarch Copy Share Image
And I live on, but in grief and self-contempt, Left here without the light I loved so much, In a great tempest… — Petrarch Contempt Copy Share Image
Continued work and application form my soul's nourishment. So soon as I commenced to rest and relax I should cease to live. — 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 Before death 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 Death Copy Share Image
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