18 Torquato Tasso Quotes
Torquato Tasso offers elegant, lyrical musings on love, luck and the passage of time that feel like a quiet sunrise.
Torquato Tasso quotes
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Forse, se tu gustassi anco una volta La millesima parte de la gioie Che gusta un cor amato riamando, Diresti, ripentita, sospirando: Perduto e tutto il tempo Che in amar non si spende.
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Tu prima, Onor, velasti La fonte dei diletti, Negando l'onde a l'amorosa sete.
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Brama assai, poco spera, e nulla chiede.
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Fortune rarely accompanies anyone to the door.
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It is the fortunate who should extol fortune.
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The day of fortune is like a harvest day, We must be busy when the corn is ripe
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Also attributed
Lost is the time that you don't spend for love.
He, full of bashfulness and truth, loved much, hoped little, and desired naught.
None merits the name of Creator but God and the poet.
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.]
True love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does.
Horror itself in that fair scene looks gay, And joy springs up e'en in the midst of fear. [It., Bello in si bella vista anco e l'orrore, E di mezzo la tema esce il diletto.]
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?]
Grave was the man in years, in looks, in word, his locks were grey, yet was his courage green.
O subtle love! a thousand wiles thou hast, by humble suit, by service, or by hire, to win a maiden's hold,--a thing soon done, for nature framed all women to be won.
Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing.
As shaking terrors from his blazing hair, a sanguine comet gleams through dusky air.
Any time not spent on love is wasted.