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How quick the old woe follows a little bliss!
Petrarch
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Petrarch
Age: 69 †
Born: 1304
Born: July 20
Died: 1374
Died: July 19
Autobiographer
Lyricist
Mountaineer
Philologist
Philosopher
Poet
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Writer
Francesco Petrarca
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To begin with myself, then, the utterances of men concerning me will differ widely, since in passing judgment almost every one is influenced not so much by truth as by preference, and good and evil report alike know no bounds.
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Life in itself is short enough, but the physicians with their art, know to their amusement, how to make it still shorter.
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Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief
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Man has no greater enemy than himself. I have acted contrary to my sentiments and inclination throughout our whole lives we do what we never intended, and what we proposed to do, we leave undone.
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Books can warm the heart with friendly words and counsel, entering into a close relationship with us which is articulate and alive
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I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.
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Who naught suspects is easily deceived.
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He loves but lightly who his love can tell.
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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 us, consult with us, and join with us in a living and intense intimacy.
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Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us.
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Books have led some to learning and others to madness.
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Love is the crowning grace of humanity.
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There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.
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Those spacious regions where our fancies roam, Pain'd by the past, expecting ills to come, In some dread moment, by the fates assign'd, Shall pass away, nor leave a rack behind And Time's revolving wheels shall lose at last The speed that spins the future and the past: And, sovereign of an undisputed throne, Awful eternity shall reign alone.
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How fortune brings to earth the over-sure!
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I have taken pride in others, never in myself.
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For style beyond the genius never dares.
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I have friends whose society is delightful to me they are persons of all countries and of all ages distinguished in war, in council, and in letters easy to live with, always at my command.
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Hitherto your eyes have been darkened and you have looked too much, yes, far too much, upon the things of earth. If these so much delight you what shall be your rapture when you lift your gaze to things eternal!
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