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They make their fortune who are stout and wise,
Wit rules the heavens, discretion guides the skies.
[Lat., Che sovente addivien che'l saggio e'l forte.
Fabro a se stesso e di beata sorte.]
Virtue's guard is labor; ease, her sleep.
Love is when you don't have to be with another person to touch their heart!
Not for no cold did freeze,
Nor any cloud beguile
Th'eternal flowering spring
For when last need to desperation driveth,
Who dareth most he wiseth counsel giveth.
[It., Che spesso avvien che ne' maggior perigli
Son piu audaci gli ottimi consigli.]
Hadst thou but tasted once the thousandth part
Of joys, which bless the loved and loving heart,
Your words repentant and your sighs would prove,
Lost is the time which is not past in love.
Perhaps if only once you did enjoy
The thousandth part of all the happiness
A heart beloved enjoys, returning love,
Repentant, you would surely sighing say,
"All time is truly lost and gone
Which is not spent in serving love."
Lost is the time that you don't spend for love.
Read, whilst you arm you; arm you, whilst you read.
It is the fortunate who should extol fortune.
A fool is he that comes to preach or prate,
When men with swords their right and wrong debate.
[It., Chi conta i colpi e la dovuta offesa,
Mentr' arde la tenzon, misura e pesa?]
Fortune rarely accompanies anyone to the door.
Any time not spent on love is wasted.
True love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does
Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing.
Women have tongues of craft, and hearts of guile,
They will, they will not; fools that on them trust;
For in their speech is death, hell in their smile.
[It., Femmina e cosa garrula e fallace:
Vuole e disvuole, e folle uom chi sen fida,
Si tra se volge.]
As shaking terrors from his blazing hair, a sanguine comet gleams through dusky air.
… Could I return, I will not say to revel, but breath this sky, under which I was born: to rejoice with sea views and gardens; to consol me with your kindness; to drink this wine or this water, that might reduce my illness…
He, full of bashfulness and truth, loved much, hoped little, and desired naught.
