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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.
Petrarch
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You keep to your own ways and leave mine to me.
Petrarch
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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
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When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.
Petrarch
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I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.
Petrarch
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An equal doom clipp'd Time's blest wings of peace.
Petrarch
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For though I am a body of this earth, my firm desire is born from the stars.
Petrarch
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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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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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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
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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
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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
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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
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Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it.
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
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Often on earth the gentlest heart is fain To feed and banquet on another's woe.
Petrarch
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It may be only glory that we seek here, but I persuade myself that, as long as we remain here, that is right. Another glory awaits us in heaven and he who reaches there will not wish even to think of earthly fame.
Petrarch
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A good death does honour to a whole life.
Petrarch
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While life is in your body, you have the rein of all thoughts in your hands.
Petrarch
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Do you suppose there is any living man so unreasonable that if he found himself stricken with a dangerous ailment he would not anxiously desire to regain the blessing of health?
Petrarch
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To be able to say how much love, is love but little.
Petrarch
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He loves but lightly who his love can tell.
Petrarch
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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.
Petrarch
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If a hundred or a thousand people, all of the same age, of the same constitution and habits, were suddenly seized by the same illness, and one half of them were to place themselves under the care of doctors, such as they are in our time, whilst the other half entrusted themselves to Nature and to their own discretion, I have not the slightest doubt that there would be more cases of death amongst the former, and more cases of recovery among the latter.
Petrarch
