Ludovico Ariosto Quotes
Che chi si truova in degno laccio preso,Se ben di sé vede sua donna schiva,Se in tutto aversa al suo desire acceso;Se bene Amor d'ogni mercede il priva,Poscia che 'l tempo e la fatica ha speso;Pur ch'altamente abbia locato il core,Pianger non de', se ben languisce e muore.
Ludovico Ariosto
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Sink me! Your taylors have betrayed you! T'wood serve you better to send THEM to Madam Guillotine
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Che chi si truova in degno laccio preso,Se ben di sé vede sua donna schiva,Se in tutto aversa al suo desire acceso;Se bene Amor d'ogni mercede il priva,Poscia che 'l tempo e la fatica ha speso;Pur ch'altamente abbia locato il core,Pianger non de', se ben languisce e muore.
Ludovico Ariosto