Author of quotes: Francesco Petrarca

I said truthful mirror,
Tired spirit, bent back:
"Long ago was your spring.
You're old. Really evidence enough?
Understand nature to argue ought not."

About the time you're in rapid flight
Trusting bring so much harm!

Raced my days faster DOE
And if happiness was grinning at them
It instantly turned into smoke.
About the sweet pain of memories!

Life - it really opened,-
Out every day uncontrollably,
And back to me irreconcilable
And what is, and what is destined.
And behind and ahead - one
And remember and wait unbearable
And only the fear of God explained
That the Duma has not stopped those long ago.

I myself is in trouble and the worst disasters waiting
Where to go, since evil all the way?
Stirs up my mind a similar trouble,
In one we're both rushing around nonsense.
I'm doomed to the suffering and shame.
War Il world I ask God?
Let given to us, whose weakness is so miserable,
Whatever the high court.

Between the slender wives, radiant beauty,
It prevails - one in the entire universe
And before her smile incomparable
All pale like stars before the dawn.

But I'm really.
No doubt, only one,
The one that my dear, cold,
Notices of agony my until now.
The beauty and the confidence! Do
In the eyes of my soul you cannot see?
When would not stars my fault
I would have been spared, spared.

Day by day I'm a whiter color,
But will not break with love hook,
And its leaves reaching hand,
That winter green and summer.
Soon the sky is not burning planets
It gets me a longing of the heart
Not so unbearably sweet
Not so desirable and scary at the same time.

The hearts of lovers with ruthless force
Anxiety, chills, burning passion,
There do not understand, whose pernicious power:
Hope, fear, cold or heat.

The collection of songs, loyal passion of the young,
Wrenching sighs echo is not extinguished
Since then, I made a mistake the first time
Not knowing his future parts.
In vain dreams, and futile torment in power,
My voice breaks sometimes
Why not ask the forgiveness of you,
Lovers, but only about participation.
After all, what everyone was laughing at me,
It does not mean that judges are too strict:
I see now that was funny.
And for former thirst vain benefits
Penalty is now himself, realizing in the end,
That the joy of the mundane - a short sleep.

Not to endure the needs and to not have surplus, not to command others not to be subordinated - that is my goal.

Rare great beauty and great virtue dwell together.

Gluttony, laziness, and a soft bed,
Expelling virtue, gradually
Captivated us; not to escape from captivity,
Since the essence of our habits prevailed.

Sighing, rustling like leaves
Sad wind, tears pouring hail
When I look at you sad look,
Where in the world I'm a stranger.
Smile your seeing the light good
I do not yearn for other's pleasures,
And life doesn't seem like hell
When I admire your beauty.