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I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.Francesco Petrarca
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Learning is my sole delight.Francesco Petrarca
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Yet have I oft been beaten in the field, And sometimes hurt, " said I, "but scorn'd to yield." He smiled and said: "Alas! thou dost not see, My son, how great a flame's prepared for thee.Francesco Petrarca