23 quotes
Gather the rose of love, while yet thou mayest,
Loving, be loved; embracing, be embraced.
Gerusalemme Liberata (1581)
Under whose feet, subjected to his grace,
Sit nature, fortune, motion, time and place.
Gerusalemme Liberata (1581)
For in a world so mutable and blind
it's often constancy to change one's mind.
Gerusalemme Liberata (1581)
Lost is all the time that you don't spend in love.
She fair, he full of bashfulness and truth,
Loved much, hoped little, and desired nought.
Gerusalemme Liberata (1581)
Too dark the place and too inscrutable
where mortal men their deepest thoughts control.
Gerusalemme Liberata (1581)
For when last need to desperation driveth,
Who dareth most he wisest counsel giveth.
He, full of bashfulness and truth, loved much, hoped little, and desired naught.
A fool is he that comes to preach or prate,
When men with swords their right and wrong debate.
Horror itself in that fair scene looks gay,
And joy springs up e'en in the midst of fear.
The sacred armies, and the godly knight,
That the great sepulchre of Christ did free,
I sing.
Gerusalemme Liberata (1581)
They make their fortune who are stout and wise,
Wit rules the heavens, discretion guides the skies.
Gerusalemme Liberata (1581)
For little differs death and heavy sleep.
Gerusalemme Liberata (1581)
Lost is all that time
I didn't spend in love!
Aminta (1573)
Who scorneth peace shall have his fill of war.
Gerusalemme Liberata (1581)
As shaking terrors from his blazing hair,
A sanguine comet gleams through dusky air.
Grave was the man in years, in looks, in word,
His locks were gray, yet was his courage green.
Lovely Nymphs, ye sister Nymphs of the river Po,
And ye from out the greenwood and where the sea-waves beat,
And ye who live by fountains and on hill-tops high.
Crespe hà le chiome e d'oro,
E in quella guisa appunto,
Che Fortuna si pinge
Ha lunghi e folti in sulla fronte i crini;
Ma nuda hà poi la testa
Agli opposti confini.
Great Carthage low in ashes cold doth lie,
Her ruins poor the herbs in height scant pass,
So cities fall, so perish kingdoms high,
Their pride and pomp lies hid in sand and grass:
Then why should mortal man repine to die,
Whose life, is air; breath, wind; and body, glass?
Gerusalemme Liberata (1581)