LetterWe are continually dying; I while I am writing these words, you while you are reading them, others when they hear them or fail to hear them. I shall be dying when you read this, you die while I write, we both are dying, we all are dying, we are dying forever.Petrarch1360★ 3.6
LetterToday I climbed the highest mountain in this region, which is not improperly called Ventosus (Windy). The only motive for my ascent was the wish to see what so great a height had to offer.Petrarch1336★ 1.9
PoemO you who hear within these scattered verses The sound of sighs with which I fed my heart In my first errant youthful days when I In part was not the man I am today.Petrarch1352★ 1.1
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