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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
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Mountaineer
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Francesco Petrarca
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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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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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Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.
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How fortune brings to earth the over-sure!
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Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.
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The greater I am, the greater shall be my efforts.
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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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From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on for I can never still My trouble on the world's well beaten ways.
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There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.
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Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief
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I have taken pride in others, never in myself.
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Continued work and application form my soul's nourishment. So soon as I commenced to rest and relax I should cease to live.
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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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Who naught suspects is easily deceived.
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To be able to say how much love, is love but little.
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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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