Petrarch Quotations

An equal doom clipp'd Time's blest wings of peace.

Alack our life, so beautiful to see, With how much ease life losest, in a day, What many years with pain and toil amassed!

Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.

For style beyond the genius never dares.

For death betimes is comfort, not dismay, and who can rightly die needs no delay.

How quick the old woe follows a little bliss!

Hitherto your eyes have been darkened and you have looked too much, yes, far too much, upon the things of earth. If these so much delight you what shall be your rapture when you lift your gaze to things eternal!

My flowery and green age was passing away, and I feeling a chill in the fires had been wasting my heart, for I was drawing near the hillside above the grave.

And I live on, but in grief and self-contempt, Left here without the light I loved so much, In a great tempest and with shrouds unkempt.

Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.