Occupation: Poet Birth: July 20, 1304 Death: July 19, 1374
Love is the crowning grace of humanity..
From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world's well beaten ways..
I would have preferred to have been born in any other time than our own..
It is better to will the good than to know the truth..
There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen..
There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen. Other pleasures fail us or wound us while they charm, but the pen we take up rejoicing an….
Continued work and application form my soul's nourishment. So soon as I commenced to rest and relax I should cease to live..
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 h….
He loves but lightly who his love can tell..
Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it..
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..
Gold, silver, jewels, purple garments, houses built of marble, groomed estates, pious paintings, caparisoned steeds, and other things of this kind of….
Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe..
And tears are heard within the harp I touch..
Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us..
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..
The time will come when every change shall cease, This quick revolving wheel shall rest in peace: No summer then shall glow, not winter freeze; No….
The aged love what is practical while impetuous youth longs only for what is dazzling..
Each famous author of antiquity whom I recover places a new offence and another cause of dishonor to the charge of earlier generations, who, not sati….
All pleasure in the world is a passing dream..
Hope is incredible to the slave of grief..