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For when last need to desperation driveth, Who dareth most he wiseth counsel giveth. [It., Che spesso avvien che ne' maggior perigli Son piu audaci gli ottimi consigli.]

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Torquato Tasso
Age: 51 †
Born: 1544
Born: March 11
Died: 1595
Died: May 25
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