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And men go about to wonder at the heights of the mountains, and the mighty waves of the sea, and the wide sweep of rivers, and the circuit of the ocean, and the revolution of the stars, but themselves they consider not.
Petrarch -
Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us.
Petrarch
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Five enemies of peace inhabit with us - avarice, ambition, envy, anger, and pride; if these were to be banished, we should infallibly enjoy perpetual peace.
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In my younger days I struggled constantly with an overwhelming but pure love affair - my only one, and I would have struggled with it longer had not premature death, bitter but salutary for me, extinguished the cooling flames. I certainly wish I could say that I have always been entirely free from desires of the flesh, but I would be lying if I did.
Petrarch -
An equal doom clipp'd Time's blest wings of peace.
Petrarch -
I looked back at the summit of the mountain, which seemed but a cubit high in comparison with the height of human contemplation, were in not too often merged in the corruptions of the earth.
Petrarch -
I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.
Petrarch -
I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.
Petrarch
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Go, grieving rimes of mine, to that hard stone Whereunder lies my darling, lies my dear, And cry to her to speak from heaven's sphere.
Petrarch -
Alack our life, so beautiful to see, With how much ease life losest, in a day, What many years with pain and toil amassed!
Petrarch -
There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen. Other pleasures fail us or wound us while they charm, but the pen we take up rejoicing and lay down with satisfaction, for it has the power to advantage not only its lord and master, but many others as well, even though they be far away - sometimes, indeed, though they be not born for thousands of years to come.
Petrarch -
Continued work and application form my soul's nourishment. So soon as I commenced to rest and relax I should cease to live.
Petrarch -
A good death does honour to a whole life.
Petrarch -
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.
Petrarch
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Where are the numerous constructions erected by Agrippa, of which only the Pantheon remains? Where are the splendorous palaces of the emperors?
Petrarch -
Often have I wondered with much curiosity as to our coming into this world and what will follow our departure.
Petrarch -
Often on earth the gentlest heart is fain To feed and banquet on another's woe.
Petrarch -
What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances...
Petrarch -
For though I am a body of this earth, my firm desire is born from the stars.
Petrarch -
Virtue is health, vice is sickness.
Petrarch
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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.
Petrarch -
When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.
Petrarch -
It is better to will the good than to know the truth.
Petrarch -
Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.
Petrarch