Petrarch, anglicized from Italian name Francesco Petrarca

Petrarch, anglicized from Italian name Francesco Petrarca
1304
1374

Italian Scholar, Poet and one of the earliest Renaissance Humanists

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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.

It's great to be among the weeds flower!

Those spacious regions where our fancies roam, pain'd by the past, expecting ills to come, in some dread moment. By the fates assign'd, shall pass away, nor leave a rack behind; and time's revolving wheels shall lose at last speed that spins the future and the past: and, sovereign of an undisputed throne, eternity shall reign alone.

Gold, silver, precious stones, in a purple garment, the marbles of the house, the worship of the field, Pieter table, an ornamental trappings, steed, and others of that kind of pleasure and superficially have they, to your silent: the books I penetrated with, delight me, are talking together, they seek knowledge and living are joined by a certain familiarity to us and shrill. Golds, silver, jewels, purple gown, houses built of marble, groomed estates, Pious paintings, caparisoned steeds, and other things of this offer a mutable and superficial pleasure; very marrow of one's bones books give delight to. They Speak to us, consult with us, and to join with us in the Living and the intense intimacy.

Loving friendship is able to endure everything; it refuses no burden.

Thyself no more deceive, thy youth hath fled.

He loves but lightly who his love can tell.

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.

To-day I made the ascent of the highest mountain in this region, which is not improperly called Ventosum. My only motive was the wish to see what so great an elevation had to offer. I have had the expedition in mind for many years; for, as you know, I have lived in this region from infancy, having been cast here by that fate which determines the affairs of men. Consequently the mountain, which is visible from a great distance, was ever before my eyes, and I conceived the plan of some time doing what I have at last accomplished to-day.

Her walk was like no mortal thing, but shaped after an angel's.

My soul has rest, sweet sigh! alone in thee.

Walk forwards in the radiance of the past.

How difficult it is to save the bark of reputation from the rocks of ignorance.

Often have I wondered with much curiosity as to our coming into this world and what will follow our departure.

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.

A lot of books is a laborious burden and a distraction for the soul. At the same time attorney abundance of work and lack of rest. Intelligence turns here and there: the memory is burdened with one thing and another ... Believe me, this does not mean nourish your spirit with the writings, but suffocate under the weight of things, and bury him: or perhaps torture the soul giddy from too much like Tantalus in the midst of the waves, which cannot taste anything and craves more.

How do you know, poor fool? Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence'; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.

Oh! could I throw aside these earthly bands that tie me down where wretched mortals sigh-- to join blest spirits in celestial lands!

Where are the numerous constructions erected by Agrippa, of which only the Pantheon remains? Where are the splendorous palaces of the emperors?

All pleasure in the world is a passing dream.

I am possessed by an inexhaustible passion that so far I could not nor wanted to curb. I cannot get my fill of books. And yes I do own a number higher than necessary... The books give us a delight that goes deep, they talk with us, advise us and bind us with a kind of familiarity active and penetrating; and the single book not only insinuates itself in our minds, but it makes us penetrate even the names of others, and so one does come the desire of the other.

Peace cannot find and do not have to go to war.

Who naught suspects is easily deceived.

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

I certainly will not reject the praise you bestow upon me for having stimulated in many instances, not only in Italy but perhaps beyond its confines also, the pursuit of studies such as ours, which have suffered neglect for so many centuries; I am, indeed, almost the oldest of those among us who are engaged in the cultivation of these subjects. But I cannot accept the conclusion you draw from this, namely, that I should give place to younger minds, and, interrupting the plan of work on which I am engaged, give others an opportunity to write something, if they will, and not seem longer to desire to reserve everything for my own pen. How radically do our opinions differ, although, at bottom, our object is the same! I seem to you to have written everything, or at least a great deal, while to myself I appear to have produced almost nothing.

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Petrarch, anglicized from Italian name Francesco Petrarca
Birth Date
1304
Death Date
1374
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Italian Scholar, Poet and one of the earliest Renaissance Humanists