Italian scholar and poet (1304-1374)
Francesco Petrarca (or Petrarch) (July 20, 1304 – July 19, 1374) was an Italian scholar, poet, and early humanist. Petrarch and Dante are considered the fathers of the Renaissance.
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Francesco Petrarca
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Francis Petrarch
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Una gran quantità di libri è un fardello faticoso, e per l'anima una distrazione. Allo stesso tempo procura grande abbondanza di lavoro e mancanza di riposo. L'intelligenza si gira qua e là: la memoria è appesantita da una cosa e da un'altra... Credimi, questo non significa nutrire con gli scritti il proprio spirito, ma soffocarlo sotto il peso delle cose e seppellirlo: o forse torturare l'anima stordita da troppe cose come Tantalo in mezzo alle onde, che non può assaggiare niente e desidera ardentemente tutto.
My fate is to live among varied and confusing storms. But for you perhaps, if as I hope and wish you will live long after me, there will follow a better age. This sleep of forgetfulness will not last forever. When the darkness has been dispersed, our descendants can come again in the former pure radiance.
Sono posseduto da una passione inesauribile che finora non ho potuto né voluto frenare. Non riesco a saziarmi di libri. E sì che ne posseggo un numero superiore al necessario; (...) I libri ci danno un diletto che va in profondità, discorrono con noi, ci consigliano e si legano a noi con una sorta di famigliarità attiva e penetrante; e il singolo libro non insinua soltanto se stesso nel nostro animo, ma fa penetrare in noi anche i nomi di altri, e così l'uno fa venire il desiderio dell'altro
Gold,silver,gems, fine raiment , a marble palace, well-cultivated fields, paintings, a splendidly caparisoned horse such things as these give one nothing more than a mute and superficial pleasure. Books delight us through and through, they converse with us, they give us good advice; they become living and lively companions to us .
I rejoiced in my progress, mourned my weaknesses, and commiserated the universal instability of human conduct. I had well-nigh forgotten where I was and our object in coming; but at last I dismissed my anxieties, which were better suited to other surroundings, and resolved to look about me and see what we had come to see. The sinking sun and the lengthening shadows of the mountain were already warning us that the time was near at hand when we must go. As if suddenly wakened from sleep, I turned about and gazed toward the west. I was unable to discern the summits of the Pyrenees, which form the barrier between France and Spain; not because of any intervening obstacle that I know of but owing simply to the insufficiency of our mortal vision
Having indeed seen so many things and considered so much, I have finally begun to understand how many are these desires with which the human species burns. Lest you consider me immune to all the sins of men, there is one implacable passion that holds me which so far I have been neither able nor willing to check, for I flatter myself that the desire for noble things is not dishonorable. Do you wish to hear the nature of this disease? I am unable to satisfy my thirst for books.