Ludovico Ariosto Quotes
Dovea in memoria avere il signor mio,Che l'oro e 'l premio ogni durezza inchina;Ma, quando bisognò, l'ebbe in oblio,Ed ei si procacciò la sua ruina.
Ludovico Ariosto
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Dovea in memoria avere il signor mio,Che l'oro e 'l premio ogni durezza inchina;Ma, quando bisognò, l'ebbe in oblio,Ed ei si procacciò la sua ruina.
Ludovico Ariosto